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Yes, pussy odour connected her male lover to her in a unique way. Without it, he would’ve loved her once and left. This was something else and it made him stay.
And Natasha loved his manly forcefulness. Too much was never enough. Every squinch she gave in her tight, young pussy told Mitchell’s cock that he was fucking the lover of his past. She yowled with similar delight. When he roughly twisted her around, she gasped for predictable breaths. It was everything her mother enjoyed about sex – everything he enjoyed in her mother.
He rammed her against walls, mattresses, shower recesses, trees, and window panes – always pinned her down and drove her hard. Her mother liked good, strong action. It always sent her over the edge. Natasha wasn’t very experienced but her pussy knew what it liked. When it did, it wrenched his shaft and leaked juice around his balls. She’d almost given up stifling her moans by their third encounter.
“Dammit, fuckin’ let it out girl,” he demanded, pulling her hands away from her mouth and pushing them tightly to the bed. “It’s your orgasm, own it.”
“It’s embarrassing.”
“Embarrassing? I’ve had your pussy on my face missy. I’ve come on yours and completely covered you in it. Your body has been pressed against the glass and let those people in the high rise opposite us watched while I did you from behind. Now you’re embarrassed about a moan or two in front of me?”
“But−”
“Don’t even think about justifying not doing it, just do it! Let the damn sounds out. My job is to hump you hard and yours is to come loudly. If you don’t make any pleasurable sounds then I’ll assume you hate what I’m doing and I’ll stop. Uncover your mouth so I know what’s going on or I’ll zip-tie your fucking hands behind your back until you do.”
That was all that was needed for her pussy to clamp down again. Just like her mother, the thought of being tied up wasn’t frightening. Rather than deterring her, it caused a pleasurable stir.
The zip-ties were brought out and her quiet moans blossomed into full bodied screams. The little girl grew fast and it didn’t take her long to make demands of her own. She’d use road trips to make her first move.
“I’m horny now baby. I can’t wait. I’m going to take my panties off and suck you.”
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