<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=85634.msg3785023#msg3785023">Quote from: Featherfall on 17-10-2010, 18:49:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Michael complied with her request, pounding away harder and harder, actually bruising his pelvis in the process, to say nothing of what he was probably doing to hers. He had no intention of being gentle, and he made that known when be bit down on her breast. He felt his own orgasm oncoming, and he was determined that she wouldn't last as long as he did. So he did the only thing he could think of doing to prolong it. Dirty talk.<br/><br/>"Who's the King, Tease?" he growled out as he took another nibble. "Who's the King of the Fuck?"<br/><br/>Lame as it was, with a bumped head and trying to please a woman, it was probably the best he could come up with. Hopefully she was too into it to do much but agree.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Mel was writhing and groaning, so close.  She wanted to cum now.  She wanted to cum, needed too. He fucked harder, drving into her, bodies slamming together as they coupled in a very animalistic way.  This was pure sex, nothing else.  Ruting beasts.<br/><br/>"Oh oh fuck you are, the king, fuck hard." She writhed, so close, "wanna cum, oh god yes" her orgasm hit as he bit her breast, making her scream as she creamed.