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I tried to make myself think about something - anything - else, but it was no good. In my mind, I saw the first images of the fantasy.
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That’s how I was right then, getting rammed, the juice from my elevated cunt running up my stomach to where my tits met the bed. Only when I was so close to the edge of cumming, so close I was almost crying, did I let my mind wander into this new fantasy. Normally I wouldn’t be bothered with fantasizing during sex to help me get off, that’s part of sex, but the fantasy I’d been having lately was one I’d rather avoid. I knew there was one fantasy, one single mental image, that would make me instantly cum while he fucked me. And this wasn’t the first time, this had been happening more and more frequently over the last year.
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He plowed me hard and enthusiastically, but for all that it felt pleasurable, it wasn’t driving me over the edge and into an orgasm like it used to. I was as horny as ever, I just couldn’t cum. My face and chest were mashed into the mattress, and my ass was in the air, legs wrapped around my husband Steve, as he supported my hips and thrust that big hard cock of his in and out of my wet pussy. My screams of pleasure were muffled by the comforter of the bed I was half on. What I’m going to do is to make sure that you keep on fucking him when it starts to hurt,” I explained, “so make sure that you want this.” “Now remember, once Daddy is inside of you, we really can’t ask him to stop, no matter how much you scream or how much it hurts.