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I did some mental arithmetic and gave her a quizzical look. By my calculation we had lost several minutes of playtime. Her response to my wordless inquiry was abrupt. "The kissing has cost us a four-minute time penalty," she explained, "I have to repair the damage you inflicted on my makeup live sex."
My glum thoughts on this loss were promptly forgotten as I felt her hand insinuate itself between our bodies and slide down to our pubic areas. I sensed the hand start to move in a feverish and vibratory manner that elicited a sharp gasp from her. This development was clearly for her benefit not mine. Her eyeballs rolled back in their sockets until only the smallest arc of iris was visible. It was a tad unsettling to be fucking a blind, white-eyed creature, but I took solace in the fact that it clearly indicated that she was enroute to the big O. I considered it thoughtful and gentlemanly to redouble my efforts and so help her over the orgasmic hurdle and thus, after a few minutes of dual effort, she exhaled violently and arched her back so strongly that she lifted me off the bed. She then slumped down motionless. Her fun buzzer had clearly been pressed.
I wondered what my response should be. As a default action, I flexed my hips and gave her several powerful pelvic punches. She gasped and bade me stop. "Just give me a moment... I need a moment... My goodness," she wheezed. "That was extra-ordinary. I felt like I had butterflies flying out of my bottom." That simile made me do a double take. She really was a peculiar if intriguing old girl. I took the hiatus to have an exploratory grope of her breasts. They had been woefully ignored up to this point. Although impeded by her blouse, I was delighted with the contours I discovered but my mammerial maneuvers were cut short. A fresh inspection of the clock elicited from her a sober look and the unsurprising but peculiarly galvanizing words. "2 minutes. I need your ejaculate in me." I pondered the fact that she wanted my ejaculate in her not that she wanted me to ejaculate in her. However, this was not a time for a semantics debate. At this point in time, every second was precious.
I certainly took her words and time stamp announcement as license to, to use her words, have my wicked way with her; an explicit incitement to toss my yogurt deep into her butter churn.
I decided to make some rearrangements to ensure I made the most of that time. I lifted her legs up and pinned them with my arms so that her knees were against her shoulders and her ankles were on my shoulders. She looked at me with a mixture of surprise and mild apprehension. She seemed so petite and vulnerable under me. With a long lunging thrust I embedded myself to a new depth within her. Her eyes flew wide but with a few more powerful prods her eyes narrowed to slits and her breaths came in gasps between clenched teeth. She hissed a response to my comprehensive ransacking of her most private passage, "So deep, So deeep. So deeeep." As I bottomed out at the end of each lunge, she flinched a little but did nothing to deter my advances sex cam.
I went into jack hammer mode and was invigorated by her vocalizations which, although incoherent, clearly signposted considerable pleasure. The small bed had a pretty unforgiving mattress, so she was really feeling the ram. I was steadily bumping her up the bed so when her head hit the small bed head at the top of the bed it gave me pause. I offered to move back but she simply spurred me on. She actually seemed to enjoy my thrusts banging the top of her head into the headboard. Whatever floats you boat I thought. It crossed my mind that a modicum of pain with her pleasure was not unwelcome. That would have been valuable data if the unlikely opportunity of a return fixture ever presented itself. Regardless, I did not offer her any mercy in terms of my rollicking motion. Indeed, as the point of no return loomed, my efforts became even more boisterous.
I realized with some amusement that my thrusts had become synchronized with the clock sounds. Tick in, tock out, tick in, tock out, tick in tock out. I had become metronomic! I saw her eyes flick to the clock. I too took a quick glance and saw the second hand continue its relentless advance. Only a minute remained. It spurred me to race.
My pace doubled to a, tick in-out, tock in-out cadence. With this final flurry of forceful piston-like plunges I emptied my magazine into her. I felt pulse after pulse of my cream filling her most private purse. Another glance. I had beaten the clock.
She wailed in my ear, at a volume that disturbed my desire to remain clandestine. If other garden ramblers were nearby that would have been alarmed by her animalistic howling. I slowly withdrew and felt my now diminished little soldier slip reluctantly from her sodden vagina. We were both still gasping for breath sex chat.
She shuddered, scanned the clock and smiled, "Good boy. Right on time. Now let's tidy up." I stood up and she moved a little unsteadily to a credenza and produced some wet wipes which were handed to me. She went to the small attached bathroom and used its mirror to inspect the damage to her make up. "You really are naughty. With the kissing I mean. I can see that I will have to keep a close eye on you." She could keep anything on me if it meant I could clean out her pipes again
