manoelgarcias

[manoelgarcias]

savannahvanderbilt​:

Truthfully, every fiber of my sanity is pleading for me to put up a stopsign here, to talk, to say anything to break through the haze of our desire for each other, but as Manoel's fingers move in and out of my cunt, it's as if I'm powerless, a smitten little girl who can't stop this trainwreck if I tried. And honestly, there's not a fiber of my being that truly wants to stop him — if anything, all I want is for him to keep touching me, to never ever stop. I'm almost dizzy as he touches me, intoxicated by the pleasure that I haven't felt since we parted. "Baby," I let out a soft whine as he pushes my hand away, my eyes flickering up to meet his.

My lips part, a scream escaping my lips as his cock slams into me, tearing through any resistance my body may have given, no doubt making it incredibly obvious that no one's had me since we parted. I feel him tense just slightly, no doubt worried he's hurting me, but I look up, giving Manoel a needy, desperate look as I shake my head. My hands slide to his hips, pulling his body flush against my own and my eyes find his too. "Don't stop," I breathe out, knowing how badly I need him, how much I crave the intimacy of him being with me, and I let out a soft moan. On instinct, I wrap my leg around his waist, a little giggle parting my lips as I roll my hips against his, pushing his cock further inside of me. I feel a slight pinch as he fills me even more, his cock as fully sheathed inside me as possible, and I nod again, an aroused, shaky breath parting my lips. Another moan parts my lips, my chest arching as his hot mouth finds my tits, lips surrounding my sensitive nipple. "Come on, baby," I breathe. "Can't you feel how badly I need you?"

I tense for a moment when I feel the tightness of her body, a clear indication that she's been with very few men, if any at all. My eyes meet Savannah's but she smiles, her body rocking into mine, begging for more. My teeth sink into her nipple, hard enough to leave a mark and for her to scream my name, her walls clenching a bit harder. It's enough to awaken me again and I pull out, only to slam into her again. "You didn't let another man have you, did you?" I growl, though I fear the answer. My eyes darken as I meet hers, picking up the pace. My thrust are hard enough to leave her breathless and unable to reply. Still, she manages to breathe out a "no".

"Good girl." I growl when she cries out, her moans and whimpers dripping with lust. Her body tenses against mine, walls tightening as I claim her pussy. Taking her wrists into my hands, I pin them above her head. My face buries between her full tits and I smirk, a sense of pride washing over me. No one has had what's mine, not truly. And I'll be damned if I don't make sure she won't think of another man. "You're so right, baby. So wet for me." I growl against her nipple, licking the sensitive bud. "I want you to cum for me, Savannah. Cum for me and I'll make you squirt with just my cock."

#c #c: savannah 001

[manoelgarcias]

savannahvanderbilt​:

There's not a doubt in my mind that my arousal is written all over my face, as evident as the sounds of my moans as Manoel fucks me with his fingers. I've always been loud when he pleasures me, the mere touch of his fingers or his tongue or his cock against me causing me to cry out, unable to keep quiet for the life of me. It's how we were caught so many times, how people always happened upon us going at it when the touch of his hands covering my mouth wasn't enough to mask the moans. I cry out, my back arching into his, nipples peeking through the fabric as he touches me, and I nod, so breathless and so determined to be Manoel's good girl as he makes me cum. "Please," I let out a soft moan as he quickens his pace, and I cry out, cumming harshly all over his fingers.

He doesn't miss a beat, only pulling his fingers out of me briefly to undo my shirt, tugging down the fabric and my bra almost effortlessly. "Put them back inside of me," I moan softly, kissing his neck as his lips find my tits, needing to feel full once again — the loss almost making me needy and weak. My hand wraps around his cock, thumb pressing to his tip, and I look up, almost overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze as he speaks to me. "Manoel," I breathe out, slowly jerking him off, my hand still sheathed in his boxers, and my teeth dig into his lower lip. His teeth follow my motion, digging into my sensitive nipple so harshly I cry out, my legs parting on instinct, and I nod, wrapping my legs around his waist and bucking my hips in need. "Please, baby."

There is a part of me that is moving on nothing but anger, the sheer need to lash out on the woman who left me with a broken heart after we lost our baby. The rest of me, however, wants to possess her, to claim her as my own even when I know she doesn't belong to me. Not truly, not anymore. Watching her part her legs, I smirk, my gaze locked on her wet pussy. I know that I should take my time, leave her needy and begging for me before I fuck her hard, but I can't hold back. My fingers brush against her folds, her arousal coating them within seconds, proving that she still wants me as badly as I want her.

Withdrawing my fingers, I look back into the eyes of the only woman I have ever loved, watching her needy expression. The same heated look she used to give me when we were together. Letting out a growl, I push her hand away and line myself up with her entrance, slamming into her tight pussy. Her walls clench around me, the best fucking feeling in the world and I close my eyes. "You feel so fucking good, Savannah." I groan against her lips before kissing down her neck, taking one of her tits into my mouth again.

#c #c: savannah 001

[manoelgarcias]

savannahvanderbilt​:

Even my best fantasies don't live up to the reality of having my ex-husband's lips on mine, and it's not even close. I let out a moan as his hand slides to the back of my head, fisting at my dirty blonde hair. "Baby," I breathe out, trying to reach to touch him too, but he stops me — he won't let me touch him yet. As his fingers pump in and out of my cunt, the friction of his rough touch against my soaking folds, I cry out his name, so loudly that it surprises even me. For a moment, I wonder if my ex knows that he was the last man to ever touch me, that no one else has ever affected me to the point that my arousal soaks his fingers. It's not something I'll ever vocalize, but as he rubs at my folds, I can't help but cry out, my hands moving to brace on his shoulders.

"Oh my god," I moan out, rocking my hips against his hands on instinct, almost dizzy with arousal. I slide my hands from his shoulders to his pants, unbuckling his belt even before he can stop me, my hand moving inside of his boxers to touch him directly. He's bigger than he was before, fully grown and entirely all man, and I let out a soft whimper, feeling my pulse quicken at the thought of his hardened length inside me — a sentiment only intensified by his next words. "Yes," I moan out, my eyes squeezing shut. "Use me— I still like when you use me, and I want you. I want you so badly baby, please."

Her dirty mouth doesn't surprise me, as it was something that I always loved about Savannah. Right now, however, it nearly drives me to insanity. Growling her name, I move my fingers harder, curling them inside her to hit the spot I remember driving her crazy. "Yeah? You want to be fucked?" I whisper darkly in her ear, feeling her walls start to clench around me. A smile teases at my lips, a sense of victory washing over me when her moans become screams and she begs for a high. "Don't hold back, Savannah. Be a good girl." My thumb grazes her clit and she shudders, cumming hard on my fingers.

"Fuck." I groan, feeling her tighten, squeezing my digits. I think about how it will feel when it's my cock inside her, fucking her relentlessly until we are both satisfied. My lips drift to her neck, free hand undoing her shirt and bra to expose her tits. Her body has grown, those already perfect mounds grown and firm. Gripping one of her tits, I take it into my mouth and sink my teeth into her skin. Savannah screams, arching her back into my touch as I sooth the sensitive place with my tongue. Her smaller hands unzip my pants, freeing my cock and taking it into her hand. I don't want to stop her, but I also won't let her take control. "Wrap your legs around me."

#c #c: savannah 001

[manoelgarcias]

I'm not a fool to think this is a good idea after everything that happened between us, but I can't help myself. The door closes behind us, our movements rushed as I pick her up and wrap her legs around my waist. Savannah moans, her lips parting as if to say something, but I muffle her sounds with a hard kiss, hands roaming down her perfect body. We don't talk, or I refuse to allow it, certain that if we try this might be lost in our frustrations. "You're fucking wet." I growl when my hand drifts between us, teasing her over her panties. Without waiting for a reply, I push aside the piece of fabric and slip two fingers into her tight cunt. Her walls clench around me and I smirk, nipping at her lip.

"Do you still like to be fucked hard, Savannah? I remember how much you liked when I left you sore and filthy." I whisper darkly, pumping my fingers in and out of her, wet sounds mixing with her loud cries. My ex-wife arches her back and rocks her hips, chasing a high I haven't granted her in so fucking long it drives me crazy. My mouth drift to her tits and I nip at her nipple over her clothes. "I will give you what you want tonight, beautiful. I will leave this pussy used and your mouth filled with cum when I'm done with you. Only then you will come back to your perfect little life."

#c #c: savannah 001