Chapter 36 The Lustful Rita (4) (18+)

While he let his dick occupy her tight pussy and devoted himself to worshiping her neglected bosom.

Apparently, it was the right thing to do because it awoke the lust freak hidden within her. She writhed in his arms, wantonly rubbing her nipples across his face. Offering them up to be sucked with force.

Her slender body fit so perfectly in his arms. While he suckled on her perfect large mounds, the rhythm of her hips gradually began to increase, and he met them with thrusts of his own.

Most of her discomfort having passed, Rita seemed to be finding true pleasure in the friction between their two bodies again.

"Ahhh… yes… do deeper…mmmm… I'm feeling it deep within me…aahhh," She moaned crazily.

Cyrus enjoyed the feeling of her slender form beneath him, the wringing tightness of her virgin pussy, and those wide, trusting eyes staring up at him.

She clung to him like glue, fearful that the pleasure and love she was feeling might come to an end.

They rolled around in the bed, tossing the covers all over the place, trying to merge their bodies even more completely.

When they kissed now, it was with bruising desperation. Cyrus let his hands appreciate her body. He found all the hidden curves and sculpted lines and reveled in the knowledge that they belonged to him alone.

As they continued, Rita's tension gradually dissipated, along with her self-control.

They lost all track of time until he found her on top of him.

She was astride him now, her body feather-light, her hands on his shoulders, and her tongue in his mouth. Then she shifted, throwing her hair back and moaning.

She was riding cowgirl on his shaft, her hands pressing on his thighs to give her the leverage she needed to ascend it before settling back down to its base.

He, unquestionable wonder at her physical form, must have finally sunk into her consciousness because she now had the poise of a goddess, her body on full display as it devoured his cock over and over.

He happily let her dictate the rhythm. It left his mind and hands free to stroke up the pronounced muscles of her belly.

He loved her little outie belly button and lazily toyed with it as he watched the crunch and grind of her abdomen.

He caressed her tits, pinching and tugging at her nipples, making her body jerk and eliciting loud groans from her throat.

Her plump pussy was proudly on display, lips gasping around my prick. I rubbed a thumb through the slick folds.

"Feels... so... good!!!~~" She mumbled between panting breaths. He could feel the hard nub of her pleasure centers bobbing up to be satisfied.

"You are truly made for this!" Cyrus's eyes were filled with lust as he muttered while looking at the bold woman at 'work.'

Rita closed her eyes with ecstasy when she heard Cyrus's praise, as it only motivated her more. Her hips swiveled around the pivot point of his dick, and she answered dreamily, "Yeah? Then why aren't you filling with your hot mess?"

"I'm close." That was an understatement. His balls were simmering, verging on boiling over because of his current physique.

"Just," her face grimaced with pleasure, "Just a little more." One of her hands closed on his, forcing it deeper into her dribbling crevice.

"You have to absorb it all!" Cyrus thrust at her cunt, making her moan louder. Any second, he would detonate inside her.

She suddenly hunched over him and impaled her body on his cock in a series of increasingly desperate slaps of flesh on flesh. Her fingers were now also digging into her tender sex. His seemed to be in the way as much as they were assisting her.

"Rita!" Cyrus's cried out a warning. He had no chance of holding out against this onslaught.

"Com..." she breathed out. "C-c-c-coming."

The usually timed and refined Rita, who was in the process of losing her virginity, was actually climaxing on his dick. As before, her body was locked up in a series of intense muscular spasms.

Watching from his perspective below was like watching the majesty of a meteor shower. He could see the pleasure ripple through her knotted belly muscles. Her elfin face, contorted by rapturous agony, had never looked lovelier.

She held out against the waves of bliss that battered her body for as long as she could before finally crumpling around her strobing fingers. Her free fist punched down onto his chest to stop her complete collapse, but he barely felt it.

Her thighs clamped down on his hips, and she made involuntary bucking motions as her dying muscle spasms clenched and relaxed, clenched and relaxed. Likewise, her fluttering passage continued to milk his cock long after her peak.

Cyrus's looked at the messy beauty who was heavily blushing. She gasped, teetering over to land with her forearms on his chest.

"Cum! I want your cum filling me!" She ordered fiercely. Her face was inches from his, her teeth bared. As she hissed, "I want to feel you explode inside me. Flood me with your hot cum, do it. Please"

Her lips locked onto his. Her tongue forced its way aggressively into his mouth. Likewise, her hips swirled around faster and faster, spiraling her sheath around his cock, which was now beyond the point of bursting.

Cyrus finally couldn't take it as his hips suddenly shot up, spiking his cock so deep into her that his tip had to be pressing into her cervix.

His muscles spasmed, and his urethra inflated like a fire hose when the hydrant was turned on.

Yang Essential exploded out of him. He gushed inside Rita in a series of torrential blasts that filled her beyond capacity.

However, the Devil's Spouse Technique started to run in full swing as she could feel the torrent of warm, fiery energy that started to inject into her through her cum filled pussy.

At this moment, the ringed muscles of her ludicrously tight pussy walls moved in rhythmic peristalsis that wrung in all the fluid Cyrus had to give her.

She was so overstuffed with his semen that, by the time the last waves of his climax passed, she had already breakthrough three whole stages!