Peerless Perverted Actor Has a Celebrity Harem?!

The hurt of the first time had dulled down to a memory her body still knew as Emmeline pulled him between her thighs with none of the shy waiting left in her hands.

Park went to guide his dick in and missed her, the head of his dick sliding wet up through the lips of her pussy instead of into her, both of them gasping at the stupid blunt drag of it, and she laughed once, breathless, and reached down and wrapped her fingers around him and put him where he belonged, at her entrance, and they both looked down.

Nine inches of him, so big and long and shining with her residuals of her blood but her wetness more already, and her pussy small around just the head, stretching, wet, and their eyes were wide like they had not done this before even though they had, because looking at it was different from feeling it.

He pushed, and her tightness took him inch by inch, clinging, a hot squeeze that climbed him, and Park’s mouth fell open and stayed that way, overwhelmed, the pleasure so sharp he had to plant a hand on the mattress so he would not just drop all his weight into her.

"God—you’re—Emmeline, you’re so—"

"I know." It came out wrecked. "I can feel you. All of you. Don’t you dare pause."

He gave her the rest.

The last of those nine inches sank into her pussy swallowing him to the hilt, her wet lips stretched around the base of his dick, and when his hips finally met hers they both made a sound that was almost frightened, eyes wide open on each other’s faces at how good it was, how tight she was, how deep he sat.

He drew back so they could watch his dick leaving her shiny, her pussy tried to keep him, pink and wet and gripping, and then he thrust in to the root and she cried out, loud, because he hit something, a deep place that punched the air out of her.

"There—Park, you’re hitting something—ah—so deep, it’s so deep—"

He felt it too, the head of him kissing that far wall of her, and the leftover virgin in him wanted to ask.

He almost did.

Emmeline looked at him like he was a fool. Her eyes were wet and furious with want, her mouth open, her pussy pulsing around every inch of his dick as if to argue for her.

"Are you crazy. Fuck me. So deep. Faster. Park, I have been waiting, I have been waiting through every night you said no, through the first time you were so gentle I thought I would die, I want you to fuck me."

He did.

Merciless!

He pulled back and drove in hard, nine inches punching to that spot, and her moan went up the walls and came back down, ah, ah, Park.

He found a rhythm that was still a little wrong at first, too shallow then too much, his knees slipping on the sheet, amateur, hungry, and then he got it, hips snapping, dick plunging out of her pussy and slamming home, hard, fast, the wet slap of it filthy.

Her tightness milked him on every stroke so he had to grit his teeth against coming like a boy.

She grabbed his wrist and slapped his hand onto her boob, squeezing his fingers around it.

"Kiss them. Please, kiss my nipples too, I want your mouth, I want—ah—"

He dropped his head and got her nipple into his mouth while he fucked her, sucking, messy, teeth a little too much once, and she yelped and then moaned when he licked it better, sorry and greedy, and he did not slow down for it.

He thrust through it, deep, faster, her other tit filling his hand, nipple rolling under his thumb, and she held his head there so he was fucking her pussy and sucking her at the same time, her voice loud enough to echo.

"Ah—ah—Park, it’s so—so good, you’re so deep, I can feel you in my stomach, don’t stop, don’t you stop—"

He hooked an arm under her knee, trying to open her wider, and they fumbled it, her leg catching on his shoulder wrong, a breathless almost-laugh against his mouth, and then he got it, her calf over his shoulder, and the next thrust went even deeper, his dick opening her pussy at a new angle, the head of him battering that something on every stroke.

Her eyes flew wide and stayed wide, shocked by her own sounds.

"Park—Park—ah, ah, ah—harder—fuck—more, faster, I want it every day, I want you to fuck me every day, I’m so—I’m so corrupted by this, I don’t care, please, every day, promise me—"

"I promise." It came out of him on a groan, wrecked, honest, his hips slamming, no mercy in it now, her tight pussy shining around his dick as it pistoned in and out, nine inches disappearing into her and dragging out glossy.

"Every day. I’ll fuck you every day you want me to. fuck—you’re so tight I can’t think—"

She pulled him into a kiss that bumped their teeth and turned into a moan in his mouth, and then she was pushing at his chest, amateur, urgent.

"Turn me over. I want—from behind, I want to feel you that deep, please—"

They rolled in a mess of limbs, her knee slid with.

The head of his dick popped free of her pussy with a wet sound that made them both curse, and she shoved her ass back and reached between her legs and found him and put him in again, feeding that thick length into her.

Park’s hands found her waist and he watched it, eyes wide, his dick spreading her pussy from behind, her wet lips clinging down his shaft as he pulled back, the shine of her all over him, and he flexed his back and thrust to the hilt hard enough that the slap cracked, and she screamed into the mattress, ah, Park, there, there.

He fucked her like that.

Park was going really hard with all his waist’s and hip’s mighty, deep and really fast.

The slap of his hips on her ass loud. Her firm tits yet swung under her until he reached around and caught one, pinching the nipple, and she shoved back onto every stroke like she was the one taking him.

Her moans were a string of "ah, ah, Park it’s so, so full, so deep, don’t you dare slow down."

When he did pause, overwhelmed, his orgasm already licking up his spine, she looked over her shoulder at him with her hair in her face and that same are-you-crazy look.

"If you stop I will kill you. Fuck me.Park, please, I have been fantasizing to be this ruined, I want your dick, I want my pussy full, I want—"

He dragged her up so her back was to his chest, still nine inches deep, and got both hands on her tits, squeezing, teasing both nipples while he fucked up into her pussy hard and she turned her head and he kissed her messy, and she moaned into it, loud, unashamed, eyes wide open even that close, watching his face while he lost it inside her tightness.

"Let me—I want to be on you," she breathed. "I want to see it."

Getting her there was not graceful. He sat back and she climbed before his dick sprang wet between them and slapped her belly, and she had to take him in her hand again and sink, slow, her pussy eating him inch by inch while they both stared down at it, at her stretched around him, at the thick vein of him vanishing into her.

When she sat all the way down her mouth opened on a silent cry that broke into a moan, ah, Park, you’re so deep I can feel you here, and she put his hand on her stomach as if he could feel the shape of himself through her.

She rode him badly at first, rising too high, the head of him almost slipping out, then dropping too hard, a wince of her pain and a moan of pleasures tangled.

Park grabbed her hips and helped her, teaching \]her what he knew himself... lifting her, letting her pussy slide up his dick until only the head stretched her, then pulling her down onto all nine inches while he thrust up to meet her, hard.

The wet sound was obscene.

Her tits bounced in his face and she grabbed his hair and dragged his mouth to a nipple.

"Kiss—ah—kiss it, suck it, Park, fuck me, faster—"

He did, mouth greedy on her nipple, hips snapping up into her tight pussy with no softness left, and she bounced on him with her head tipped back, moaning his name like a prayer that had gone filthy:

"Ah, ah, ah, Park it’s so, it’s so good, I want this every day, I’m corrupted by you I’m yours, fuck me every day, promise, promise,"

And he promised again into her breast:

"I will, I will, I’ll fuck you every morning, every night, as long as you want it."

Her pussy clenched so hard around his dick that his eyes went wide and his rhythm stuttered, amateur, close.

"I’m—Emmeline, I’m going to—" after they were at it for twenty minutes he was so close!

"Don’t you pull out." She held his face, eyes glittering, proud and ruined. "Come in me. Deep. I want to feel it where you’ve been hitting. Then you’re going to fuck me again."

And he was, Park felt nor tired or his cock!

He’d still go on until she cums and get tired!

He came like it had been torn out of him, groaning, burying those nine inches in her tight pussy and spilling, pulse after pulse, and she rode him through it, messy, moaning!

Her own orgasm was catching on the feel of him twitching in that deep place with her pussy milking his dick, loud, echoing, her nails in his shoulders, and they kept moving after they should have stopped, oversensitive, until she dropped onto his chest and his dick slipped, half in, half out of her, a shining mess of him leaking from her pussy down his shaft.

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