Emily’s Passionate Journey

He watched her squirm against the railing of his balcony as he thrust his length into her until the fabric of his shirt touched her bare ass. He slowly pulled back, the head of his thick cock sliding along her vaginal walls, then thrust back in, forcefully, pushing her forward against the balustrade.

She let out a gasp as she was pressed against the railing. The sensation was dazzling, and she realized just how desperately she wanted him. His hand slid up her neck, grabbing a handful of hair at the back of her head, and pulling it back. “I believe I told you not to move”, he growled in a deep voice as he buried his cock deep inside her.

Emily let out a whimper that devolved into another moan, her head flung back as she felt his fingers tangled in her hair. “Please”, she gasped, “I won’t move. I’ll do whatever you say I just- I just need-” she moaned again, writhing a little, needing him to move inside her.

He slowly pushed her head forward, bending her upper body over the balustrade while he was deep inside her. His abs pressed against her ass cheeks, but his hips were not moving an inch until he was satisfied that she felt sufficiently sorry for not holding her ground earlier.

Emily whimpered, unable to move at all, leaning out over the railing, where she was much more likely to be noticed. She felt like she was going crazy by the feeling of him, hard yet unmoving, inside her. “Please, please, I'm sorry, I won't disobey again, I'm sorry!" she pleaded, as she felt her wetness drip down her inner thighs.

He placed his hands on the railing, trapping her between his arms, as he slowly pulled back, and started to fuck her with long, deep strokes. Her hair fell messily over her shoulders. Some of the children in the plaza had stopped to smile and wave at her, oblivious to her predicament.

Emily was blushing bright red now, dishevelled, biting her lip to hold in her moans of pleasure, mortified at being noticed. That feeling was soon overtaken by the pleasure of feeling him fucking her, and she let herself enjoy it. She felt her feelings building up, getting closer and closer to orgasm.

He increased his pace, fucking her mercilessly. His body slapped against her backside with a sound that carried far across the plaza. “Tell me your name”, he asked her suddenly, not slowing down the rhythm of his thrusts.

“Em- Emily”, she gasped between thrusts, just before she felt the shivers through her body culminate into an unexpectedly intense orgasm. She cried out loudly as she came, her body tightening around his cock, pushing him over the edge, too. He thrust deeply inside her as he reached his climax, and she felt his cock throb as he started to fill her body with his hot cum.