Cassandra's Sexy Mysterious Eyes, Part Four

I didn't stop this time. The pressure inside my penis mixed with the supertingling pleasure of my approaching orgasm. I remember my eyes enjoying Cassandra to the fullest. In a bar or on the street it may be called oggling. Inappropriate most times. Uninvited. Yet, on a bed with sweaty sheets, her cunt-scent thick in the air, and my penis moments from unloading semen into her perfect open pussy, it's often desired. Many women love to see that in his eyes, feel that lasciviousness for their bodies and beauty, from him to her, in that moment. My fingers gripped hard her thigh and ass in time with the first big orgasmic jerk my penis made. And kept making as I growled and roared. Vocalizing the overwhelming strength of the pleasure explosion in my shooting dick. Vocalizing like that makes it easier to keep fucking her suckling pussy and in doing so, forcing my orgasm up to its highest heights. My eyes were mashed shut but I could feel her staring at me. With a lascivious unique to her place. Her role.

My penis kept ejaculating. Filling up the condom. Felt the sperm's thick slickness around my cockhead harmonizing with the feeling of her slippery walls wrapped around and milking. I opened my eyes and saw the eyes I saw when she glared feminine dominance and hunger down onto me; when she was on top and fucking my dick like it was my cunt. Big, green eyes. Perfectly mascara-ed. I raised her lust with mine and felt her up wherever my hands could grope as my orgasm faded away, my penis all the way inside her body, holding still. Our eye contact continued, and softened into affection and happiness. I reached down to the condom, braced it around my base, and withdrew from her pretty mini-hourglass body. Took care of the condom, enclosing it in kleenex, then settled down next to her. Cassandra loves my abs. She stroke my stomach while we made pilow talk. Then after a time, my penis grew back to its former strength. Helped there by the feelings her little mouth gave it. Felt the desire rage in my chest for her body. Wanted her ass, her mouth, her little hands. Wanted it all. And I wanted to come again.

I let the desire burn crackle while watching her head bob up and down on my cock. That image is so hot. Always. She reached down between her legs and squished her fingertips against her hard clitoris. Cassandra slurped loudly at the penis in her little fist. Then said how much she loved my cock. How it looks, feels in her body and mouth. Then she stopped and said she loves watching men masturbate to orgasm. I dont remember who asked if I or she wanted me to come all over her C+ breasts and flat belly. Cassandra sat up on her knees and faced me. I on mine. I watched her fingerplay her hard clitoris. Watched her breathe and watch me. Her big eyes were glued most moments to my strained cock in my hand. Then up to my abs, then down, then to me, into my eyes.

"Make it shoot for me, Eric. Make him shoot all over me... he's so beautiful."

I devoured her with my eyes, slid two fingers of my free hand up inside her and throttled her swollen g-spot. Her hand moved faster. I couldn't take it anymore. The sights, the feelings the everything. Come surged up into my dick again, I rose up over her, kept my fingers inside her pussy and groaned while my head swung and tossed from the intensity of my second orgasm, and watching the white ropes of sperm fly all over her chest and belly. Cassandra's eyes rolled back and her other hand reached up to rub the hot slick come all over:* her breasts, her stomach, the little soft round, sexy low-belly just above her triangle. Her silent orgasm shook her while I held her spasming pussy in one hand and my semen spent dick in the other. She came down from her come quickly and leaned against me. Her cheek against my shoulder-- my sperm scent hanging sweet in the sex-drenched hot summer bedroom.

* To be clear, not all woman deeply eroticize semen the way Cassandra does. If you don't feel comfortable with rubbing semen into your skin, or whatever, that's okay. If you are neither attracted nor repulsed, and your partner loves it when you do, consider indulging him/her. Seeing the huge turn on that happens for him/her may be a big turn on for you! Minds change too and you may suddenly find it's hot for a reason unique to your experience. This goes for many sex acts out there.

For those new to my blog, I write on my sex life, in erotica form, because many of us need only read of an example of what really is possible or that they'd never thought of. It so often lights a desire inside to "Want to do that. To feel that." To want to learn how to have better sex through sex education, consulting, and coaching, maybe for the first time in their lives.

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