Sliding The Kielbasa In Her Mouth!

Hey guys, it's Tara returning after a short break—you know I couldn't resist coming back for seconds since last time left me craving so much more. While I was in the dressing room fixing my makeup, George strolled in, and instantly I sensed he was about to ravage me thoroughly; he's infamous for plunging into women with raw power, and nothing turns me on more than a fierce, relentless thrusting. We were chatting on the bed when he passed me my heart-shaped cushion, attempting to play the gentleman, but all I craved was to get down to some intense screwing. He started caressing my thighs and breasts, then slipped his thumb between my lips for me to suckle, before dipping lower to tease my aching slit. I peeled open his sweater, trailing kisses and licks across his abs, then worked on unzipping his trousers as our mouths locked in passion. George slipped off my skirt but kept my undies in place, tormenting me by lapping at my folds through the fabric, his tongue dancing up and down. He tugged my top aside and latched onto my breasts, devouring my nipples with such fervor that it ignited a fire deep within; I adore having my peaks tongued and nursed until I'm soaking wet. He shifted my panties aside and dove straight into my bare mound, slurping from base to tip while pumping his digit in and out. Finally, he yanked my undies down, parting my slick entrance wide to devour my flushed, desirous flesh, as I kneaded and pinched my own mounds. George balled up my panties in his fist and plunged his finger back in, hammering my core rapidly before feeding it to my mouth. They were still hot, moist, and tangy from my essence—I slurped greedily, drenching them further before he resumed the furious digital invasion of my hole. He withdrew from my dripping depths and offered it again to taste, then I snatched the panties and shoved them into his mouth for a sample of my flavor. Seizing his belt, I hoisted myself up, freed his enormous rigid shaft, and dove in to worship it with my mouth. I cupped his sack, stroked his length while bobbing my head, gliding my tongue along every inch—I felt it swell thicker and longer with each pass. I reclined, hoisting one leg skyward to fondle my slick folds, circling my nub as George shed his clothes. I plunged three digits deep into my throbbing cavity, pumping myself eagerly until he buried his face between my thighs, flicking his tongue wildly and vacuuming my sensitive pearl. Kneeling, George prodded his elongated member at my entrance, dipping in teasingly then withdrawing repeatedly, building my desperation before slamming home with brutal force. I splayed my lips apart, circling my clit as he pounded my drenched channel with pure dominance. Spooning behind me, he reentered my slick heat and resumed the savage impalement, driving deep without mercy. Withdrawing his pulsing rod, I massaged his orbs, ensuring his climax would unleash a massive, sticky torrent. I pumped his veiny pole until it was iron-hard, then guided him back into my welcoming warmth—he ravaged me fiercer than ever, his sack smacking my ass with each plunge. He extracted from my core, rising to his knees as I enveloped his girth with my youthful mouth, slurping voraciously from root to tip amid wet, slutty noises. He lay back, and I straddled him, impaling myself on his bulk before riding wildly, grinding to milk every sensation. Swaying forward and back, I ensured he claimed every inch of my tight warmth. Reversing for intimacy, I locked eyes while bouncing on his pole. Sitting up, George exposed my chest and suckled my heaving globes as he pistoned into my sopping depths. Dismounting, I engulfed his cock again, sucking and tugging with abandon before remounting and resuming the frenzy. Now he seized control, hammering upward with youthful vigor that put boys my age to shame. I extracted his massive tool from my tight depths, devouring it hungrily, then swirled my tongue over his heavy balls. George positioned me on all fours, spreading me exposed— he hawked saliva onto my rear and slit, then vibrated his thumb against my pulsating entrance like a machine set to overdrive. My channel was drenched beyond belief, and I knew he was far from done, navigating taboo depths he clearly knew well. He mounted me from above, ramming his shaft downward with full might as I massaged my buzzing nub. Pulling out, he brought his glistening tool to my lips— still humid, slick, and delicious from my nectar—I bobbed sloppily, savoring the blend. He inverted me for leverage, then drove his engorged meat upward into my soaked tunnel, pounding relentlessly. Rotating, he mirrored the assault in backward position, whatever the name. He descended, standing on the mattress as I knelt to extract my juices from his slick rod, impatient to taste. Releasing from my lips, I jerked him furiously before deep-throating from base to crown, drooling over every ridge. Sensing his surge, I popped him free and stroked until he erupted, glazing and filling my face, tongue, and throat with ropes of hot seed. I nursed his spent length, scooping remnants from my lips, licking my digits clean one by one.