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tightly around him he hissed.
    “And relax.   Did I mention relax?   You’ve got to relax.”  
    As he said this, he brought his fingers around to her folds and rubbed at her little nub.   It was swollen, hot and convulsing.   Lily squealed, his touch sending a swell of intense pleasure bubbling through her pussy.  
    “Oh shit Lily, you’re fucking perfect,” Johnny said again, his voice raw as if strained with desire.
    That wasn’t what she expected to hear.   She pushed back against him, encouraged and was rewarded by a long groan of pleasure from Johnny as he slipped deeper into her, his pole supple but stiff, the pressure unrelenting as he refused to be thwarted by her this time.   Further he pressed until he finally came to rest up to his balls, his hot thick organ fully embedded with an internal throbbing Lily could easily feel.   He held still as she adjusted to the fullness, the sensation of his ample tool stimulating every inch of her narrow sheath.   It felt good.   Very good.
    He drew the fingers of one hand up and down her spine and then gripped both of her hips.   “Now it gets better,” he said hoarsely, beginning to stroke into her.   “Keep pushing back,” he hissed softly.
    Lily did and it started to feel incredible.   Johnny gave her a series of short but insistent thrusts and then began longer, deeper strokes that rippled along the entire tunnel inside her ass.   Fire skittered down her spine, a torrent of exhilaration rushing through her, washing over her in a tide of passion.   His shaft began to feel amazing, so different than anything she had ever felt but just as good.   Maybe even better, she thought as he pushed deeper, now rhythmically driving into her, setting a vigorous pace of plunging through her well-moistened walls.
      “Fuck!   You’re so tight Lily.   You feel so good baby,” Johnny exclaimed hoarsely.
    Could it really feel that good for him?   Her thoughts gusted away in a storm of blistering fire as Johnny plunged faster, his tempo increasing, his shaft a hot, piercing rod of iron, scouring every inch of her inner friction.   Rather than distress though, her pleasure increased.  
    He continued to drive into her, the slapping of his balls against her slick buttocks punctuating the grunts and muffled sounds of pleasure they both made.   Lily felt wet, wetter than she ever had, gel dripping from her pussy, staining the sheets, as she was caught up in the raw tactile pleasure of the act and the forbidden, salacious intimacy.   She felt as if she could never get enough of his surging member, her body steaming, her mind floating in a euphoric cloud.   Her eyes rolled back in her head as she began to jabber, caught up in an onslaught of arousal and a rising gale of rapture.
    Johnny suddenly let out a string of expletives as he thrust even faster, harder, his strong hands gripping her hips and then sliding over her flesh, drips of perspiration falling against her skin mixing with the mist of sweat which coated her back.   His thighs were strong, slick against hers.   She grabbed the covers and began to keen, bucking suddenly, her whole body on fire.
    “Lily,” Johnny groaned, anguished, as he began to shudder, fire racing down his spine, driving fiercely into his balls, his muscles momentarily rigid as he strained almost in agony before erupting fiercely with a shout.   He thrust hard against her buttocks, jerking Lily to his loins while he spurted his hot white seed into her deep darkness, gushing pulse after pulse of creamy essence, twitching with each and every release.
    At the same time, Lily’s own delirium reached a pinnacle of fervency.   The beginning of Johnny’s climax engulfed her in flames, a sizzling flare of ecstasy, her body heaving under his.   It was too much, too staggering, too wondrous, simply unbearable as her entire body contracted into a tiny white-hot point of sensation and then suddenly exploded into countless stars, a shower