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From Behind

I’ve never liked the name “doggy style.” But I do love sex from behind. It’s just about sex. There’s less touching and no kissing. It’s, in my experience, rougher, harder, and yes, animalistic.
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doggyI’m on my hands and knees. My cheek resting on the sheets, my hands gripping the sheets in anticipation. My ass is up, my legs spread wide. It’s a vulnerable, exposed position.
When he slams his cock into me, I group the sheets and feel myself slide forward. That is what I want – it’s what I came here for. I tilt my pelvis, controlling how deeply he can penetrate.  His hands gripping my hips pulling to him.
His thrusts are hard and rapid, his balls slapping against my pussy with every thrust. I cry out and beg for more. My hair has fallen over my face, blocking my view of him, but he wasn’t the point. I let myself go, my voice urging him on, going from begging to demanding. “fuck me, harder, more”
He responds in kind. His own stream of dirty talk, his own primal, primitive words washing over me. “Do you like my cock pounding that pussy?”
buttsI think I growl, pressing my hips back to meet his thrusts, feeling his cock slip deeper right in the edge of hurting. My nipples drag across the sheets and I rub my clit, not at all surprised to find I’m dripping wet.  I rub my clit, feeling the orgasm building inside me.
I’m sure he growls as he continues to pound into me. Even when I cry out my orgasm, he never ceases his rhythm. I ride out the orgasm,  my eyes closed behind the curtain of my hair.  I know I’ll come again before he does, so I tilt my hips and demand more, and he obliges.
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