Page 146 of Range
At nothingness.
I massaged her pussy with my index finger, middle finger, and thumb. Simultaneously. Nonstop.
“Uhhh— yesssssss,” she breathed out, barely above a whisper.
“Good girl.”
Range was finding it difficult to maintain her composure. She squirmed. She groaned. She moaned.
I shoved my tongue into her asshole. Her walls cinched, trapping me inside of her pussy.
“Oh God.”
In and out.
I worked my tongue, making love to her anal canal.
In and out.
“Siahhhhhh–”
In and out.
“Cu— uhhhhh– cummmmmm–”
In and out.
Just as her body shuddered, I removed my tongue and fingers. I shoved my pants down, along with my briefs.
Spuh.
I spat into my palm and smeared the saliva on the tip of my dick. My entrance was seamless. So would my death be if my life ended at this very moment. I’d die a liberated man, though I’d been locked in a cage for months on end.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
“Uhhhhhhh.”
Range felt better than I remembered. Our first encounter hardly held a match to this one.
“Yessss.”
I stroked her pussy. It felt like I’d slid into an entirely new universe. Nothing was the same.
Her walls were fluffier. She was warmer. She was wetter.
“Fuck.”
She contracted around me. Her orgasm was threatening to unman me.
“Yesssssss.”
Her hands were against the table. Mine were on her.
WHAP.
Our skin touched, slamming together before being pried apart. If I never saw the gates of heaven, this was close enough. Range was unearthly.
My toes curled in my crisp white sneakers. The view was immaculate. Her ass against me as she took every inch of dick I had to offer. She wasn’t running. She was managing, and that shit had me ready to bust.
