"Your pussy's right in the frame,"
Garfield's eyes darkened as her ivory-ridden folds creased against his fingers. He slaps her ass, and she squeals. Her silver skin stains as rose from his touch.
He smooths his length over her precious canal, allowing himself to get wet in her essence. Though, he did so with deep groans, and a slow tease. He felt his nerves trickle as the ridge of his phallus glided from the bottom of that pink, pretty cave, and to the startpoint of her anus.
Garfield demands, tugging Raven's hair so her head tilted back an angle.
"Put me inside of you."
Raven, stomach shattering and mind spiraling, uses one hand to grab Garfield's length from behind, and fits it into her secret chamber. She slides him in an inch with her hand, then brings him back out, only so the tip could rub against the cum thickening in between her legs. She brings him in further, and lets out a sigh as she pulls him out again. Raven could feel the furrows of Garfield's length claim her soft flesh.
Her voice is husked, and she extends her arch. "I love feeling myself wet you."
Garfield grunts, disciplines Raven again with a rough slap. He circles his hands on that soft, well-fleshed ass, slaps it again. He loved how she whimpered when he did such a thing. He knew some of her pleasure derived from pain.
Garfield commands with a low voice. "That's enough teasing. Take in every inch, now."
"Yes, Sir." Raven sinks down on Garfield.
Her fragrance shapes around his force with steady ease.
Garfield orders. "More. All the way in."
Raven moves her hand from over his length, and takes in the rest of him, until her ass is touching his lower stomach. The mirror is right in front of them. She couldn't believe the grimace in his face, and he couldn't process the tension in hers.
Raven feels the tip of Garfield inches deep in her extent. She felt whole, but ready to crumble.
"That's it. I'm every inch in you, princess." He reaches forward, parts her lips with his fingers, and gives her a feral, hot-blooded kiss.
Garfield then situates Rachel's arm behind her back, and holds her waist with one hand.
He draws back an inch, then puts that inch back inside his lover. Two inches out, three inches in. She was spread wide, crimson. Her brazen sighs and silky thighs. Perfumed in need. Extending with aches for him. Her fingers roll over her swollen, sensitive nipples. Her clit was itching for a suck, but she could only get so much of him at one time. She hated it. Her arm being positioned behind her back sent electric thrills of arousal throughout her body. She's in a trace, she's chanting cries of delight and mantras for more. She was bending and curving, she was so dynamic.
Raven's voice breaks as she begs. "Rough. Hard. Deep. Please, I need you."
Garfield hissed, he cut out the tender. "You're going to get what you asked for. Only because you used your manners,"
He lifted his available fingers to her mouth, and she sucked them. He then moved his hold to her throat, choking her.
"Look at you," He lifts her face to the bathroom mirror, and his smirk is behind her like a dark shadow. "You're stretching for me, making space for me. That's my girl,"
His deep voice inflections, oozing with carnality. He's undoing her damp, velvety invitations. He's deep inside the corner of her pocket, his pulls and pushes force her to grasp the side of the sink. His lip gets caught up in his teeth, he can't believe the supernova existing around his cosmic mass.
They could break the stars and make the sun turn cold.
He spasms, she curls. Garfield's pinning Raven down, stripping her of her dignity. Domineering, bruising the flesh of her hips with his primal grasp. He's fucking unabashedly and she's unsheathing filth from his lips. He's indecent and expressive. He's rich, potent and feverish. He's coloring her shell-pink softness with his need to be primal.
He observes the sounds threatening to leave her body.
"I need to hear you, Raven."
Her eyes brew with tears of pleasure. The emotions saturate her psyche. The words are coming faster than she can process. "Babe, please, you're so deep."
Garfield pulls Raven's tresses back again, and kisses her forehead. "I know. Talk to me, princess. I want to know how you feel."
"Oh," She gasps, and her hand is trembling on the surface of the sink. "Oh, my God. You're so possessive. F-Fuck—" He lifts one of her legs up to get better leverage. He reaches her most susceptible corners and rides his passion into them.
Garfield's tone was a graveled growl. "You frustrate me so much when you're like this. Needy and desperate."
"You're fucking me just the way I need you to," Raven confessed, tasting the a tear in the corner of her mouth.
Garfield's tone, demeaning. "Am I?"
"Yes, yes, yes, Gar!" Raven's words burn in her throat, and she can feel herself breaking under the point of climax.
Garfield is eager to release but he delays. "Not yet. Tell me who you belong to."
Raven feels the orgasm leaking through, but she clenches to hold it.
"You, I belong to you."
"Good. And your pussy is mine?"
She whines, feeling him extravasate into her. "Yes, it is, I swear. It's all yours, baby. I'm all yours."
That was all he needed to hear.
He finds freedom within her gate. She soaks his prize with rapids of ivory. Breaths caught. Heights and solutions of pleasure only attainable by one another. A leaking crimson rose and a flowing pen. Lust in their veins. Swollen reminders. Minds full of haze, hearts set ablaze. Pleasure mixed with pain.
"I'm so full of you." Raven breathes, feeling his rod withdraw. Her walls shrink. Her synapses shift as she loses his warmth.
Garfield groans, watching the last inch withdraw from his safety. Every part of Raven was his home that he took refuge in.
"Just how I like you," He bends over to see her bruised, roseate masterpiece; which, was spilling with white silk. "You're dripping. Fuck, this is so hot."
Rachel bent over some more, and requested. "Spit on me."
Garfield spits a wad between Raven's crevices, watching the string of liquid unite with the cum.
Her arousal sparked. "Again, I love it when you spit there."
He spits a few more times.
"Oh, yeah," Garfield slides his fingers in, watching them be consumed in pink. He draws out some nectar, and tastes it. With a moan, he laps his tongue over the fragile petals he just ruined. He swears when he sees her body writhe.
"Open," Garfield parts Raven's lips again, spits in her mouth, then feeds her his cum-ridden fingers. She looks at him longingly in the eyes as she puts leaves his fingers dry
Raven turns around, and gets to where she's level with his post-fucked loins.
"Look at me," She instructs, then he holds her by the hair.
She opens her mouth, and goes down all of the length while maintaining sharp, purple eye contact with her lover. He watches her fingers find and descend into her wetness. Raven mewls when his tip reaches the back of her throat.
Raven suctions her lips softly, taking in all the translucent goodness she could.
She stands back up, puts her fingers to his mouth, and he sucks.
"You're disgusting, Raven." Garfield says in the middle of an urgent kiss. He could taste both of them.
"Gladly," She says with all pride, no shame. She parts the kiss, while biting on Garfield's bottom lip.
"Let's pee, take a shower, and then play some video games?" Raven holds Garfield's cheek. His eyes are baked with pleasure.
He replies, kissing her nose tenderly.
"Please. I'll make you some tea as well, and light your lavender candles."