The passion that preceded this anal assault is forgotten in the throes of our sexual adventure and has surpassed the gentle vanilla ritual of our usual secual routine. We have taken on the craven desire to fuck and debase ourselves in deviant sexual pleasures that drive our inner most sprit. This is the time for us to deliver each other of our true selves. Those images we have sought to portray before to each other are left behind as a wave of sex and animal insticts over take us.
My tongue plunges in past the tight muscle as she lifts and moves herself further onto it. It feels like my tongue os being surrounded by inner walls of velvety flesh closing over my tongue as gasps of air escape into my mouth by her contractions. Cunt juice is lapped and dragged upwards to lubricate and cover our flesh.
Reaching out my hand lands on the object that we have both been staring at and waiting for. A massive double ended rubber cock causes our hearts to race and eyes to water even before it’s introduction into our sweat soaked bodies. Together we join ourselves, thrust end to end on the wide girth of a thick length of rubberised cock. Together we lift our hips. As pain tears through my innards, warmth spreads deep inside me. The pulsing begins to create surges along my own stiff cock. Her cries are spurring me ever onwards towards our goal as I hear the noise of her wet sex lips opening and closing from the force of our thrusting, the scent of her cunt filling the air of the room. Lifting myself up on straining arms I look down over her body, taut nipples burning like beacons from the mounds of her breasts, eyes closed tight and glistening tears of pleasure and pain leaking form beneath closed lids. Together our gasps lead us towards our goal and it is together that we shiver and thrust in ecstasy as my own orgasm expels spurts of hot spunk and splatters my chest and face. Convulsions ripple across her stomach and intimate muscle spasms send her moving over the floor, wanting escape but needing our joining.
Basking in the warmth of our sharing, connected still, we once again confirm our love, unspoken in words and unnecessary, shared instead by our joy of each other in experience.