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Nothing was left but complete arousal.
"Fuck me! God, you're so big inside me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeee!"
She clawed at the man's back to urge him on. She felt the bags of money beneath her give slightly as the
man started a rotary motion to drive his pecker even deeper into her steamy hot interior. She hadn't
thought it was possible to get in any deeper. She was wrong. The man's cock sank into her passion pit
another inch.
She came.
There was no way she could hold back. Everything collapsed on her like a ton of bricks. The setting.
The money under her body. The tremendous dork inside her, quivering and dancing and stimulating her
to the point of no return. She came hard and her entire body shook like a leaf in a high wind.
"Ohhh," she sobbed out. "Fuck me. Don't just let it rest. Move it fast.
I have to feel it all over my poor little pussy."
"Little is right," he grunted. "Never felt any chick this tight around me before. God, you're crushing me
flat. But I gotta do it. I just gotta. Never seen a chick as pretty as you. Oh, shiiit!"
He began fucking with long, slow strokes that pushed both of their passions to the breaking point. But
Velvet hung back just enough to keep from suffocating herself with the overpowering emotions assaulting
her. The woman wanted to hoard those wondrous feelings until she could release them all in one huge
orgasm. She was stalking the Big O, the perfect come.
And she knew she just might get it. The cock was like a fleshy piston in her well-oiled slit. The way he
pushed past the legband of her panties also turned her on and stimulated her more than she would have
thought possible. The idea that he was so hot for her that he couldn't wait did things to her head and
body.
The sexual tensions mounting in her belly approached the breaking point. She gasped and moaned and
no longer noticed anything around her. All that counted was between her legs, moving slowly and
inexorably. His balls wetly slapped against her upturned ass with every inward thrust, then vanished
again as he retreated from the hot, clutching confines of her pussy.
"Bankers do it with interest," the man gasped, smiling down into her face.
"But there's a penalty for early withdrawal," she told him. "I want this to last forever."
"Let's work on it," he said.
Velvet thought it might last for an eternity. He didn't hurry. Every single stroke went directly into her
cunt. She was moaning every time his prick left, too. The huge cavity left behind caused her pussy to try
and tighten up. This only made his next inward fucking stroke all the more delicious.
The woman's pussy drooled out its sluggish sauce to lubricate her for the fucking. She lifted her slender
legs up and locked them firmly around the man's waist, but this wasn't good enough for him. One of his
arms reached down and pulled her left leg up and over his shoulder. She felt like a pretzel - and she felt
as if he were ripping her apart.
In this position, with her leg draped over his shoulder, her pussy tightened up even more. With a
normally sized man, it would have been wonderful. With a cock in her the size of a man's wrist, she was
pushed to the brink of orgasm and beyond.
She came again.
Velvet felt like a schoolgirl being seduced and fucked for the very first time. Tremors of desire raced up
and down her spine but she also felt a delicious surge of fear. The man was so large he might actually rip
her pussy up with his fucking. But the sheer size made it worth the risk.
Fear of injury. Awe at the man's size. The turn-on provided by fucking in a bank vault on top of sacks of
money. The harsh, metallic sounds of the fucking echoing around the vault. The idea of someone walking
in and seeing them. The huge cock. The huge, huge cock. All that got her off in a big way.
She wiggled and twitched and tried to get even more of his cock into her pussy. Velvet gasped and
moaned incoherently, the words jumbling up in her throat. She had thought she was a woman of the
world, having experienced just about everything life had to offer. But that was before this man and his
bludgeoning cock.
The fucking rhythm picked up as the man's excitement mounted. He lifted her ass up and off the money
bags every time he rammed forward. She gasped and moaned as he sank balls-deep in her gash. He
speeded up. The friction of cock-flesh against her oily twat walls mounted.
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