I shut my eyes and felt strangely disembodied lying over the low table. I folded in on myself. It was as if I was just one big pussy waiting for orgasm. Nothing, no one else existed. I was just a mass of pulsing need waiting to be sated. The touch of his cock at my entrance tugged me from my dazed state. Shit, it was so wide, so dense. Involuntarily, my pussy tensed. He made a low, deep-throated grunt and pushed his glans into my entrance. Whimpering at the burning stretch, which I knew was only going to get more intense, I clawed the edge of the table and clenched my jaw. Then in one smooth, determined glide, the steely length of him sank to the hilt. I bucked and clamped around his thick girth, both adoring and fighting the bone-hardness of his shaft. “Ah yes,” he said on a long breath, gripping my hips with his big, callus-ridden hands. He pulled out, almost completely, then forged back in. Within a minute he’d set up fast but measured strokes, pounding ruthlessly against my cervix each time.
