She couldn’t stand it and almost fainted from pleasure when creampie hit

Title: “The creampie that made her swoon”

Natalie couldn’t stand the delicious torment any longer. Her body felt like it was on fire, pleasure cascading through her veins like molten lava. Every brush of her lover’s fingertips, every flick of his tongue, every throbbing thrust of his rock-hard cock – they all combined to drive her mad with lust.

She writhed beneath him on the king-sized bed, her legs wrapped tightly around his waist as he pounded into her dripping pussy. The friction was exquisite, sending shockwaves of ecstasy radiating out from her core. His pelvic bone grinding against her clit with each powerful stroke was almost too much to bear. Natalie’s nails raked down his back, desperate to anchor herself as her world threatened to spin out of control.

“Harder,” she mewled, bucking her hips to meet his increasingly fevered thrusts. “Fuck me harder, I can take it!”

A wicked grin flashed across his handsome face before he obliged, pistoning into her sopping wet sex with abandon. Natalie felt utterly claimed, stretched and stuffed so full that she swore she could feel him in her womb. It was glorious.

Their sweaty bodies slapped together, the lewd slurping noises of their coupling filling the bedroom. The musky scent of sex hung heavy in the air. Natalie’s heart raced, her nipples diamond-hard points as waves of rapture crashed over her again and again. She never wanted this moment to end. The bliss was too beautiful, too consuming.

Suddenly, he withdrew, leaving her empty and aching. Natalie whimpered in protest, her pussy clenching around nothing. But then his hands were gripping her hips, flipping her over like she weighed nothing. She barely had time to process the change in position before he was back inside her, splitting her open on his thick shaft.

“OH FUCK!” Natalie screamed as he slammed home, his heavy balls slapping against her engorged clit. The new angle was incredible, allowing him to plunge impossibly deep into her eager cunt. It was far beyond anything she’d ever experienced. He was fucking her into oblivion and she loved every second of it.

Her eyes rolled back in her head as he railed her, reduced to a quivering, moaning mess. She could feel her orgasm building, a coiling pressure at the base of her spine. Her body tensed, toes curling as the first wave of release crashed through her.

“Yes, yes, fuck yes!” Natalie chanted deliriously as she came, her pussy flutters like a vice around his pistoning cock. Her lover fucked her through it, prolonging her pleasure, until she was boneless and gasping beneath him. But he wasn’t done.

He withdrew once more, only to grab her ankles and wrench her down the bed by them, like a ragdoll. Natalie yelped, startled, before melting into a pool of compliance as he dragged her prone body over his lap. In this new position, her ass was raised high, dripping cunt and puckered rosebud just begging to be bred.

Natalie whined loudly as he notched the engorged head of his cock against her entrance once again. She was so incredibly sensitive from her earlier climax, and the thought of being taken again sent spasms of both fear and anticipation shooting down her spine.

He entered her in one brutal stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Natalie howled as her pussy stretched, every bulbous ridge sliding against her nerve-ending packed walls. Arousal flooded her, soaking his length and lap. He began to fuck her in earnest then, his hands gripping her flank tightly as he set a relentless pace.

Within moments, Natalie was coming again, back arching and cunt pulsing around his driving shaft. She could feel him throbbing inside her, his own release impending. The knowledge sent a fresh flood of desire coursing through her even as she trembled from the force of her orgasm.

“Give it to me,” she demanded breathlessly, tossing a heated look over her shoulder at him. “I want your cum inside me. Fill me up!”

He snarled something filthy in response, his rhythm growing erratic. Natalie tensed, waiting, pussy clenching again and again as she worked herself open around him. Her eyes nearly crossed when he suddenly slammed home, buried to the root, and exploded.

“Yes!” Natalie screamed, back bowing as she felt each searing pulse of his release, deep in her core. His cock twitched and pulsed as he came, over and over, creaming her inner walls with thick spurts of his essence. Natalie bucked beneath him, keening as her pussy milked his spurting cock for every precious drop. Her womb clenched almost painfully as he flooded her, and she swore she could feel it dripping against her womb and filling her up.

Natalie nearly fainted then, the intensity of the experience nearly overwhelming her. She could only lay boneless beneath him as he spent himself, shuddering and gasping his completion. Limp with satisfaction, she could barely muster the strength to push him off her when he finally withdrew.

As Natalie felt the creampie dribbling lewdly from her used sex, she knew she’d never forget this moment for as long as she lived. It was pleasure beyond anything she’d ever known – the kind of raw, carnal ecstasy that women wrote poems about. Briefly, she wondered if he’d knocked her up. The thought made her clench all over again, toes curling in delight at the possibility. It was all just so naughty, so deliciously taboo. But Natalie knew that she’d crave this sort of treatment from now until the end of her days.

And who knows, maybe those poems wouldn’t be the only way to memorialize their erotic encounter. Perhaps in nine months, Natalie would be cradling their…