Chapter 9: Anthony
Dear Diary,
I have spent the last month confined within the four walls of my apartment, nursing a broken heart as I try to come to terms with Lou's betrayal. I cannot bear to think about him; my thoughts are constantly plagued with images of him and that woman. I feel a knot in my stomach, my throat constricting as a wave of sadness washes over me.
It wasn't until tonight that I decided to go online, seeking solace in an anonymous chat room where I could vent my frustrations without fear of judgment.
That's when I met Anthony. We immediately connected, and he suggested moving our conversation to a private room. I hesitated at first, but something about him felt different. He was mature, confident, and commanding, and I could not resist his charm.
As we chatted, I discovered that Anthony shared my love of adventure and wild experiences. We talked about everything from bungee jumping to paragliding, and I was surprised by how much we had in common. But it was when we turned on our webcams that things got interesting.
Anthony presented himself to me, and I must admit his physical appearance took me aback. He was older, probably in his early forties, with a lean and muscular build. He had short black hair and piercing dark brown eyes. His body belonged to a man who took care of himself, and the sight of his well-defined torso made me feel a flush of heat rise between my legs.
"You're quite a stunning woman," he said, deep and husky. I could feel my cheeks color as I nodded, unsure how to respond.
I had not expected to be so attracted to a man I had met online, but something about Anthony drew me in.
He grinned, his teeth gleaming in the dim light of his room. "Let me show you something," he said before turning to his side.
On the wall behind him was an array of photographs, each featuring him and a different woman. They were all smiling, their arms wrapped around his neck as if they were the happiest they had ever been.
I frowned, feeling a pang of jealousy shoot through me.
"What is all this?" I asked, trying to keep the accusation out of my voice.
Anthony chuckled. "Don't worry, Isabella. These are just some of my past conquests. I have a penchant for collecting experiences, and these women were happy to oblige, but that was a long time ago, and I have moved on now.
I want something more permanent and profound than a fleeting moment of passion, and I think I might have found it with you."
He paused, his dark brown eyes intensely gazing at me. I felt my heart racing and my core tightening at his words. He seemed so sincere, almost vulnerable.
"You seem skeptical," he observed, taking a deep breath. "I assure you, I'm not the player you may think I am. I can offer you something real, something that lasts.
But first, I need to see you in person. Are you up for it, Isabella?"
His words lingered in my mind, and my heart pounded with anticipation. I took a moment to compose myself before answering. "Yes," I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, I'm up for it."
We exchanged contact information, and before I knew it, we were making plans for our first date. I couldn't believe it – after weeks of feeling lost and alone, I had found someone who seemed genuinely interested in getting to know me.
As the days passed, I couldn't wait for our first date. I spent hours preparing, choosing an outfit that would make me look attractive and approachable.
When the day finally arrived, I felt excitement and nervousness as I walked towards the restaurant where we were scheduled to meet.
I scanned the crowded space for Anthony's familiar face when I arrived. It wasn't until I spotted him seated at a table by the window that my heart started racing. He looked even better in person than online, with broad shoulders and a confident swagger.
He stood up as soon as he saw me with a charming smile.
"Hello, Isabella," he greeted me, taking my hand and kissing it gently. It's a pleasure to finally meet you in person."
I couldn't help but blush at his touch, excited as I replied, "It's nice to meet you too, Anthony."
As we settled into our table and ordered our drinks, we quickly fell into easy conversation. We talked about everything from our shared passions for adventure to our career aspirations.
And as the night grew darker, so did the tension between us.
"Tell me, Isabella, why did you come here tonight?" Anthony asked, cocking his head to the side and giving me a knowing smile.
I took a deep breath, ready to tell him about my failed relationship with Lou. "I've been stuck in a rut lately. I felt lost, and I needed a change, a fresh start. When I saw your profile, I knew I had to meet you."
His eyes never left mine as he replaced his drink on the table.
I swallowed hard, feeling vulnerable but intrigued by his interest in me. I decided to take a risk.
"I guess I was looking for a reason to feel alive again," I admitted, hesitating slightly. "But I wasn't expecting to meet someone like you."
Anthony leaned forward, his gaze intent on me. "Good, because I have no intention of wasting time, Isabella. I want you. All of you. And I think you want me too."
His words sent a shiver down my spine, but I couldn't deny the truth in them. After a month without sex, the herculean man in front of me woke up with the feeling of being desired. I wasn't looking for anything serious, but my body was begging for intimacy, a way to connect with another person and forget about the pain.
The waitress's arrival broke the silence between us. "What can I get you?" she asked, giving us a flirty smile. But I wasn't interested in her; my attention was solely on Anthony.
I ordered a glass of wine, and Anthony did the same. Our hands brushed as he passed me the menu, and I felt a spark ignite between us. It had been so long since I'd experienced that sudden attraction.
I couldn't deny the magnetic pull between us. I looked at Anthony, and our eyes locked. He grinned, and my stomach somersaulted.
We spent the rest of the evening talking and laughing, growing increasingly comfortable in each other's presence. I was surprised by how quickly the time flew by—only moments had passed before the waitress brought us the check.
Anthony took my hand before I could even reach for my purse. "I've got this," he said, his eyes filled with a warmth that made my heart flutter.
I smiled, nodding in agreement, and watched as he left enough cash to cover the bill and then some.
When he returned, he held his hand to me, and I took it without hesitation. His touch was warm and reassuring, and it sent a thrill of excitement through my body.
As we left the restaurant, Anthony suggested we walk for a while. I agreed, eager to spend more time with him.
The moon hung low in the sky, casting a soft glow over the street.
I felt my heart race as Anthony gently squeezed my hand and led me down a quiet path with tall trees.
"So, Isabella, what do you enjoy doing in your free time?" he asked, his voice soft as he glanced at me from the corner of his eye.
I hesitated, not sure what to say. I was so caught up in the moment that I couldn't think straight.
"I like trying new things and exploring new places," I finally answered, my voice trembling slightly.
Anthony grinned, his eyes lighting up with excitement. "Me too. I'm always looking for new experiences to add to my list."
"What's on your list?" I asked, curious.
"Well, I've skydived, bungee jumped, scuba-dived, and climbed some of the tallest mountains in the world," he said, ticking them off on his fingers.
I gasped in awe, excited at the thought of doing everything with him.
"I've never done any of those things," I admitted, disappointed.
Anthony turned to me, his eyes softening with understanding. "Then let's do them together," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "I'll teach you, and we can experience new things together."
I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Was this man for real? He seemed too good to be accurate, but I saw nothing but sincerity and genuine interest as I looked into his eyes.
He was offering me a chance to rediscover myself, explore the world, and leave behind the painful memories of the past.
"I'd like that," I replied, a smile slowly spreading across my lips.
Anthony's grin widened, clearly pleased with my reply. He retook my hand and began to guide me down the winding paths, stopping every once in a while to point out different sights. He spoke passionately about his adventures, and I marveled at how vividly he painted each scene in my mind.
How he talked about bungee jumping and skydiving made me feel like I was there with him.
Before I knew it, our walk turned into a stroll, and we found ourselves in front of an unassuming building. Anthony gestured toward it and said, "This is my place. Do you want to see it?" I hesitated momentarily, unsure if I was ready to take the next step, but then I nodded, agreeing. "Why not?" I replied.
"Lead the way, and I'll follow."
Anthony's duplex apartment was unlike any place I'd ever been before. It was modern and sleek, yet an air of elegance made me feel instantly at ease. The living room boasted floor-to-ceiling windows that overlooked the city, and the fashionable furniture that filled the space made it clear that the owner had tossed a substantial amount of money into its design.
A cocktail table sat in the center, adorned with a pristine white tablecloth and stylish glassware, and a large sectional sofa provided a cozy, relaxing spot. On one wall hung a series of framed images capturing various landscapes from around the world, hinting at the extensive travels of the men who frequented Alex's place.
Anthony led me to the couch and gestured for me to sit. I obliged, my curiosity piqued as he explained, "This is where I live." The duplex was beautiful, with modern furniture and a bedroom that made my heart skip a beat. It was a room that belonged in a motel, explicitly designed to spice up one's sex life.
The bed was enormous, with black silk sheets and red accent pillows. A large mirror hung from the ceiling, reflecting every movement. Special lighting illuminated every corner of the room, creating an intimate and exciting atmosphere.
I felt a frisson of excitement run down my spine as I saw the room.
It was apparent that Anthony was no stranger to the art of seduction or fulfilling fantasies.
"What do you think?" he asked, his eyes gleaming with desire.
I couldn't help but blush as I took in the room. "It's... impressive," I stammered. "I'm glad you think so," he said, his voice lowering. He took a step towards me, closing the distance between us instantly.
I opened my mouth to speak, but the words died on my tongue when his fingers tangled in my hair. He pulled me close, moving his hips against mine, and the pressure from our bodies made me gasp.
He peppered my neck with sultry kisses, his mouth traveling up to my ear as he whispered, "I want to taste you."
With one fluid motion, he swept me onto the bed, hot skin pressed against hot skin, and he slid his mouth down to the exposed flesh of my throat. Every inch of my body was on fire as his lips and tongue tormented me.
His erection was rock-hard against my thigh, and I couldn't help but grind myself against him in response.
"God, you're so sexy, Isabella," he murmured, his voice thick with lust.
I moaned, my fingers digging into his shoulders as he continued to kiss my neck and chest. I felt his tongue dart out to trace the curves of my cleavage, and I arched my back, wanting more.
"Stop teasing me," I whispered breathlessly, tugging at the waistband of his pants.
"I want to feel you."
He smirked, grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head as he nipped at my ear. "Patience, my sweet Isabella. We have all night."
I squirmed beneath him, panting and ready for him with an urgency that couldn't be denied.
"Fuck patience," I hissed, pulling against his grip. "I need you now."
He didn't respond, but his eyes darkened with lust as he released my wrists.
I took the opportunity to tug at his shirt, pulling it over his head to reveal his muscular chest.
My fingers traced the lines of his muscles, feeling the warmth of his skin underneath my fingertips. He groaned at my touch, his hips pushing forward to grind his erection against my aching core.
I couldn't take it any longer. I needed him inside me now. I fumbled with the button of his pants as he helped me slide them down his legs. His thick cock sprang free, already fully hard and ready for me.
I licked my lips, my eyes raking over his length. My pussy was soaked, aching to feel him inside me. I wrapped my hand around his base and stroked him gently, his groan of pleasure spurring me on.
"Fuck," he muttered, his breath hot against my neck. "You're so ready for me, Isabella. I need to feel that tight pussy around my cock."
I shivered at his words, my body tingling with anticipation.
I leaned forward, my tongue tracing his flat abs, before wrapping my hand around his massive erection. It was thicker and longer than any man I had ever encountered, and I knew it would fill me.
Anthony's grip tightened on my arms as I stroked him. "Yeah, take it all," he groaned, his movement matching mine as I put on a show for him. He was a predator, and I was desperate for his conquest.
Our lips met again, tongues tangling as our bodies mashed together.
I felt the raw urgency building inside both of us explode into action. His hands roamed my body, dragging the hem of my dress up to reveal my bare legs. He slid his hands up my thighs, pulling his fingers over the silky smoothness of my stockings. I shivered at the touch as electricity charged between us.
He wasted no time tugging my dress over my head, casting it aside. I stood before him in nothing but my lingerie, my breasts pressed against the lace cups as I arched my back for him.
I was aching for him, every inch of my skin tingling with pleasure as I moved sensuously in front of him.
"You're stunning, Isabella," he growled, his gaze burning into me. I felt my nipples harden under his gaze, and a wave of pleasure washed over me.
I wanted him. I needed him. I was soaked and ready for him to take me.
But Anthony had other plans.
He reached for the ties on my lingerie, slowly undoing them one by one until my breasts spilled free.
His hands cupped my sensitive mounds, his thumbs flicking against my nipples. Pleasure shot through me as he teased and taunted me, his mouth trailing kisses along my collarbone. I wanted him now, but Anthony refused to be rushed. He had plans for me, and I was willing to see them through.
"You're so ready for me," he murmured as he removed the rest of my clothing, leaving me bare before him.
His eyes roamed over my body, a wolfish grin spreading across his face.
"I can't wait to taste you," he growled, lowering his head to my aching core.
I moaned with pleasure as he teased my wet folds, flicking his tongue over my clit. My hips bucked towards him, yearning for more, as he slid a finger into my slick channel.
"You're so fucking wet," he mumbled against me, adding another finger.
My pussy was on fire, and I couldn't help but thrust against his face as he continued to pleasure me. The sensations building inside me were incredible, and I knew I wouldn't last much longer.
"Anthony, please," I gasped, my fingers gripping the sheets beneath me. "I need you inside me."
He looked up at me, his eyes glazed with pleasure, before slowly sliding his fingers out of me. He licked them clean, and I felt a spark of desire flare up in my belly at the sight.
With one swift thrust, he filled me, and I cried out in pleasure. His thumb brushed against my swollen clit as he began to thrust, our bodies slapping together in a steady rhythm. My thighs shook as I clung to him, my moans growing louder and more desperate as the pleasure built inside me.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me as Anthony's breath grew shallow.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come," he growled, his hips pistoning wildly.
I tightened my legs around him, urging him on as he drove himself to the brink. I was so close, my body tensing and shuddering with every thrust. I could feel my climax building, growing bigger and stronger as the pleasure consumed me.
With one final thrust, he buried himself inside me, his cock pulsing and throbbing as he cried out.
I could feel him filling me, my pussy clenching around him as I shattered beneath him. The spasms of pleasure wracked my body, igniting every nerve-ending as I let out a guttural moan. My fingernails dug into his shoulders, and I held on for dear life as the climax consumed me.
But Anthony wasn't done with me yet. He kissed me and kept thrusting inside me at a slow pace.
"It's so fucking good! Your cock is so big!" I moan, hugging his bodybuilder body.
"Do you like a big cock?" he asked me between kisses.
"I love big cocks, but your cock is the biggest I ever felt! And you know how to please a woman!"
"Just tell me how you want me inside you, and I will oblige." His words sent another bolt of desire straight to my core, and my pulse quickened. I slid my hands down his incredible body, tracing my fingers over the rippling muscles of his chest. As I slid my hand lower, I grasped his magnificent cock, and he groaned with pleasure.
"Let me feel you are filling me," I breathed, my voice husky with need. Anthony positioned himself between my thighs, and I spread my legs wider to give him access. He looked down at me with hunger, and I opened myself to him without a second thought.
He pushed inside me, and I gasped at the feeling of him filling me up completely. He went deeper until he hit the edge of my womb, making me squeal with pleasure.
"Fuck! You're so tight, baby! I can feel you gripping me."
He started moving in and out of me, and with each thrust, my body trembled. My whole being seemed to have no control over itself as pleasure surged through my veins. I could only hold onto him and let him take what he wanted.
I loved every second of it. He plunged deep into me, claiming me, and I felt closer to him than ever before. He picked up the pace, driving himself harder within me, and I was the one who spurred him on. I craved his cock inside me, the sensation of him filling me up and making love to me.
He thrust faster and deeper, and I could feel the heat of my climax building inside me. Time seemed to slow down as we both reached the peak together, our bodies locked together in a primal dance.
I whimpered with need, pleasure coursing through me as he pistoned into me, each thrust sending a shockwave of ecstasy throughout my entire body.
"Please, I can't wait any longer," I begged, my voice strained with desire. I was so close, and yet the wait was torturous.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he growled before he pulled out of me again, leaving me aching and desperate for more. I let out a frustrated whine, but he placed a finger on my lips, silencing me.
"Patience," he said, and I took a deep breath.
He slid down my body, kissing my breasts and stomach before settling himself between my legs.
His tongue darted out, licking at my clit before plunging deep inside me. I moaned with pleasure as he explored me with his mouth, licking and sucking at my swollen folds. Over and over again, he teased me, bringing me to the brink of orgasm only to pull back.
I was going crazy with need.
"Anthony, please," I cried out, unable to take it any longer. "Please make me come."
"Beg me," he said, his voice muffled by my thighs. He sucked and licked my pussy with hungry intensity, driving me wild with desire.
"Please, I'm begging you. Please make me come." The words spilled from my lips like a prayer. I begged for release, and Anthony was determined to give it to me.
Anthony stood up and took me to a strange piece of furniture, like a couch, but vertically. He asked me to turn around and lean against the furniture. Then, I understood what it was made for. I could lean my naked body over that soft piece of furniture and feel his cock fucking my pussy from behind. The thought sent another wave of desire through me, and I eagerly complied.
Anthony positioned me on the couch, my arms and hands clasping the headrest as I looked over my shoulder. He rubbed his cock against my wetness one last time before setting himself deep inside me. The sensation of his thick, stiff shaft entering my dripping core was beyond words.
I clenched my teeth against a cry as he slowly filled me, inch by inch. Once fully penetrated, he started to move, his powerful thrusts sending shivers of pleasure through my entire body.
"Your cock is so big! Fuck me harder!" I begged. "Fuck me harder, Anthony! I need to feel every inch of your cock inside me, thrusting deep and hard!"
He gladly obliged, grabbing my hips and fucking me with a raw intensity that made me see stars. The wet sound of his cock slapping against my pussy echoed in the room, mixing with the smell of sweat and sex.
Anthony reached around and started rubbing my clit, his fingers playing with my sensitive bud as he pounded into me. The combination of him fucking me and rubbing my clit was absolutely mind-blowing.
I could feel my orgasm building deep inside of me, and I couldn't help but cry out his name.
"Oh, fuck! Anthony, I'm close! I'm so fucking close!"
He grunted in response, his thrusts becoming more urgent and powerful. I could feel his fingers digging into my hips as he used my body to pleasure himself, and I loved every fucking second of it.
With one final, earth-shattering thrust, he buried himself deep inside of me and held himself there, his cock throbbing as he released streams of hot cum.
I felt it flooding my pussy, filling me up and making me feel deliciously filthy.
"Oh, fuck, yes," he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips as he emptied himself inside me. The sensation sent me flying over the edge, my climax hitting me like a freight train as I screamed out his name.
I convulsed and trembled, waves of pleasure washing over me as I came harder than ever before. My whole body went rigid, my orgasm tearing through me like a force of nature.
Wave after wave crashed over me, and I could hardly breathe as my muscles contracted and trembled with the sheer intensity of it.
Anthony held me there, his cock still deep inside me, pulsing with every spurt of his hot, sticky cum. He groaned with satisfaction, his hips still moving slightly as he milked every last bit of pleasure from our encounter.
Finally, our orgasms subsided, and Anthony slowly pulled out of me. I stood up on shaky legs, feeling completely drained and yet deliciously satisfied.
My whole body was glowing with a sense of fulfillment I hadn't felt in a long time.
Anthony pulled me in for a slow and sensual kiss, our bodies still trembling with the aftershocks of our orgasms. I could taste myself on his lips, a reminder of the pleasure he had just given me.
"You're amazing," I whispered as we broke apart.
"You're not too bad yourself," he replied with a smirk.
"So, what's stopping you from letting me take care of you?"
I gulped, unsure of what I was getting myself into. But the way he looked at me, the way his hand lingered on my arm, told me he meant it.
"You know what I want," he whispered confidently, his eyes smoldering. "And I'm going to give it to you."
He stood up quickly, his body towering over mine. Without a word, he reached out, took my hand, and led me to the bed.
He sat down, his muscular body on full display, and pulled me between his legs. His big hands roamed my body, igniting a fire inside me.
"I want to make you feel good," he murmured, and I could hear the hunger in his voice.
He leaned forward and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth with an urgency that made me moan. His hands moved to my breasts, cupping them, teasing my nipples until they were tricky little buds. I pressed myself against him, feeling the warmth of his body and the strength of his arms. I couldn't believe his cock was still hard, and he had the stamina to fuck me more. My body was aching after being drilled by his massive cock, but his masculinity was making me want more of his huge cock.
I couldn't get enough of his deep, animalistic-sounding grunts and the way his muscles bulged as he thrust into me.
Anthony was unlike any lover I had ever had - he had a raw, primal intensity that set fire to my soul with every thrust. He treated my body like the most precious object in the world and made me feel things I had never experienced before.
He tightened his grip on my hips, withdrawing from me only for a moment before lunging back in, hitting my sweet spot with each thrust.
"I want to fuck you more times! I can fuck you all night long! Your body is so fucking hot, Isabella!" he moaned loud.
"You make me fucking crazy, Isabella. I can't get enough of you."
As he drove himself into me with a primal urgency, I couldn't help but feel a sense of possession. It was as though he owned my body that I was his plaything for the night. And I loved every minute of it.
"You want more, beautiful?" he growled. "I can give you more.
I can give you all night," he said, teeth gritted as he continued to slam into me, harder and faster.
I moaned as his cock hit my G-spot perfectly, sending shock waves of pleasure through my body. I couldn't contain myself; my pleasure-filled screams echoed throughout the room. I met him thrust for thrust, digging my fingernails into his muscular shoulders. The sight of our sweaty bodies slamming together and the feeling of his cock filling me up sent me into overdrive.
"Come for me again, baby.
Let go, let it all out," Anthony urged as he grabbed a handful of my butt, pulling me even deeper onto his cock.
Every muscle in my body tensed as I felt a second climax Building, my nails digging into his muscular shoulders as he continued to fuck me hard.
"Fuck, I am going to come!" I gasped, twisting my hips to meet his with abandon.
My pussy clenched around his long, thick cock, milking him as my body shook with the force of my orgasm.
"Fuck, yeah!" I cried out, slamming my hips back against him as he plunged even deeper into me.
He knew how to make me feel good, and I couldn't get enough.
I leaned my head back and slammed my eyes shut, allowing myself to surrender to the pure animalistic pleasure coursing through my veins.
"Yes. Yes. Yes!" I moaned, reaching up to claw at his shoulders as he pounded into me with renewed vigor.
The scent of our bodies, sweaty and fucking, filled the room, mixing with the slightly musky smell of our sweaty bodies as he reached between us to cup my pussy, rubbing my clit in rhythm with each thrust.
The pressure of his fingers on my G-spot sent shocks of electricity racing up my spine, and I couldn't help but cry out with each thrust, my voice hoarse and eager. He's the best I've ever had. I never want him to stop fucking me like this; I thought mindlessly as we continued our feverish lovemaking.
I rode him with wild abandon, my breasts bouncing in his face, nipples hard, and begging for attention. He sucked them eagerly, rolling the puckered flesh between his teeth just how I liked it.
His hands gripped me tightly, leaving angry red marks on my hips as he slammed me down on his cock hard. He was hitting me deep, filling me completely, and it felt fucking incredible.
"You like that, don't you?" he growled, pulling me down onto him until our sweaty bodies were flush against each other.
I moaned as he massaged my clit in slow, deliberate circles, the sensation sending a lightning bolt of pleasure straight to my core.
His fingers moved lower, tracing the outline of my wet pussy before sliding inside me. He pumped them in and out, matching his thrusts to the rhythm of his cock.
"Oh, fuck, Isabella," he grunted, fucking me harder and faster as his fingers plunged deeper inside me. "You feel so fucking good.
I want you to come all over my cock. Let go, baby."
I couldn't help but obey his command. My orgasm washed over me in waves of pleasure, every muscle in my body tensing and then releasing. My whole body trembled as I screamed out Anthony's name.
Anthony took advantage of my weakened state, driving himself deeper and faster into me. He held nothing back, pistoning in and out of my soaked pussy with wild abandon.
I could feel him bottoming out inside me, his pubic bone slapping against my clit with every thrust. It sent electric shocks straight to my core, and I moaned and writhed underneath him. I couldn't believe the pleasure he was giving me, and I wanted more.
"Anthony, yes!" I screamed, digging my nails into his shoulders as he pounded into me. "Yes, harder! Just like that!"
He gave me what I asked for, pulling almost all the way out of me before slamming his full length back in.
The sensations were indescribable as if he was ripping through my very soul.
Moaning loudly, I clawed at his back, tears streaming down my face as he ravished me. The room seemed to spin, and my vision tunneled, focusing solely on the monster that was pounding into me.
"Look at me, Isabella," he ordered, and I reluctantly lifted my eyes to meet his gaze. His expression was one of intense focus, but his eyes held a hint of tenderness that warmed me.
"Anthony," I whispered, my voice trembling as my body arched under him.
That was all the encouragement he needed.
He plunged deeper inside of me, one hand gripping my hip while the other slid along my waist and over my breast. I leaned into his touch, relishing the rough sensation of his hands on my soft skin.
His lips claimed mine in a passionate kiss that set my entire body on fire. My hands roamed wildly over the hard muscles of his chest, down to the firm curves of his ass.
His body was magnificent, a testament to years of dedicated workouts, and I couldn't help but marvel at his power and strength.
"I can't believe I'm here," I whispered as I pulled him closer, my breasts pressing against his muscled torso. He growled in response, his hands gripping the sides of my face, pulling me closer for a deep, bruising kiss.
Our tongues tangled together, our bodies moving in perfect sync as we ground ourselves against each other, his throbbing cock pressing against my soaking wet core.
"Fuck!" we screamed at the same time. And we both cum at the same time.
Anthony asked me to spend the weekend with him. I nodded. And I never cum so much with a man.