<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ZbqOhAY.jpg)</div><strong>Character</strong>: Salem Summers<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Conner and Piotr's Dorm<br/><strong>Date/Time</strong>: September 2nd, 2017<br/><strong>Content</strong>: Some lovely pre-sex talk and sexiness<br/><strong>Wearing</strong>: nude<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Closed, Conner Almasy<br/><hr/><hr/>The blasting explosion of sensation was starting to fade. The pain was real, Salem had never felt a pain like this. It was a remarkably rewarding pain. It was a rising tide. It was a boiling pot of water. It felt like she was melting, and stretching apart. But, her body loved it, pumping heavy doses of happy drugs into her endocrine system. Her confidence in the situation was expanding. She was growing familiar with this sensation.<em>‘This is so good.’</em>It was the most complicated thought she could put together by far.<br/><br/>But, Salem was adjusting, her eyes were open, her breathing was slowing down. A sharp little whine only escaped her chest with every few thrusts as her tits bounced up and down under Conner’s powerful body. He was pounding her, a trial by fire it seemed. If Salem didn’t know him so well, if he didn’t know her so well, she might have had the wrong emotions for this. But, they did know each other. Conner had spanked her before. When they’d made out, she’d made her desire to be mistreated obvious. She liked things to be rough and a little out of control. Sex was private, it was personal, and she trusted this young man. It was the only time she could ever lose control, whether she was alone or in a group. This was it. And she was finally coming around to understand the situation. She wasn’t learning how to flex her inner walls correctly yet, but she kept trying. She squeezed at the right time more commonly, but she was nowhere close to perfect.<br/><br/>As his cock slammed into her with aggressive succession, Salem mumbled under her breath,<em>‘It needs to keep going,’</em>which had sounded more like,<strong>“Initas-key-poe-ing.”</strong>It fired from her in one short exhale, and the next breath was a short moan.<strong>“Conner. Oh Conner.”</strong>She was looking up at him again, putting her eyes onto his through the shield of her ruby-quartz vision.<br/><br/>She chuckled as she moaned. Salem had the urge to reach out and touch him for making her laugh while he fucked her. But, her arms were confined, and the sensation of being stretched in her ribs made her whine. So, her legs acted instead, they had been limp and hanging off to the side, but she used them now to caress her man. Her thighs gently slid across his hips. Her ankles slid on the outside of his thighs, wet from sweat and the oils of leftover lotion. She squeezed gently, as if her legs were hugging him.<strong>“I saw it…”</strong>She didn’t take too long to breathe and whine,<strong>“It’s so big, I can’t believe it fi- uhn!”</strong>She grunted with a sharp tickle in her throat.<strong>“-fits in me like th- tha- uuuhn!” </strong>Salem was trying to finish the sentence, but she figured she’d said enough to please him.<br/><br/>She stopped trying to flex her pussy, and just let him have his way with her body.<br/><br/>It was what she desired from him the whole time anyway, and she was starting to realize that as she allowed him entry, releasing everything, and giving him some kind of manageable pressure to work with. Salem’s tight fit was welcoming and dripping with pink cream.<br/><br/><strong>“Oh God.”</strong>The mess of Salem Summers was a squeak toy, and a moaning mixture of madness and sweat.<strong>“It’s hot.”</strong>She almost sound concerned about a fire starting. The red head didn’t even know what she was saying. It just sounded right.<br/><br/>She could feel the change in his thrusts, he was pulling back with gentle delays and driving in as if he was trying to break her. His hips slammed against her clit, and her inner thighs shouted with sharpness as the bruises that had formed were struck even harder. She felt extra warm, the waves of white screaming pleasure were making her entire spine hot. When he slammed into the deepest part of her, she could feel the tension in him pouring into her. And another distinct part of sex exploded in clarity to her. She squeezed his hands with her own as she felt him pick up his intensity even more than he had before. She knew what was going to happen. The rumors were true, and she knew where the conclusion of sex would lead them.<br/><br/><em>‘He’s going to cum.’</em>Her instincts shouted at her, the deep primitive mind that she was tapping into could tell exactly what was going on.<strong>“I know..”</strong>Salem hummed at him with absolute understanding. She was in pure hysterics, happily laying still, squeezing him, holding his hands, and tightening her thighs against him.<strong>“I want it wh-”</strong>She looked directly up at him and collected herself. Her whole body was bouncing under his desperate thrusts.<strong>“Do it where you want to. I want it your way.”</strong>Her calm was seductive and mystical, she tilted her head and whined in between words. She had used the wrong words. She needed it his way. She needed to know what it was like when a man poured himself into her completely.<strong>“I’m ready.”</strong><br/><br/>She could feel it, when he came, she wanted him to cum with every fiber of her being, she wanted him to release everything into her, and instinctively, she knew that Conner would cum exactly where she wanted him to. And she gave him the full caring permission to do whatever he wanted. Salem parted her lips and her head jerked up toward him in tiny little ticks of movement. She wanted to be kissed.<br/>