Camden stood in front of the bed, pulling his own shirt off and tossing it away. His torso was thicker, more muscular, untouched by a tattooist’s needle, shaved clean, skin flawless and pulled tight over huge blocks of muscular perfection.

His pants and black boxers dropped from his strong, sculpted legs, his cock a work of art unto itself. Thicker, longer, it was a perfect expression of masculine strength and aggression. Camden approached her, parting her legs and preparing to enter her.

She couldn’t wait.

Camden pinned her wrists over her head, pressing down hard into the mattress with one hand as he positioned his long cock over her face. He grabbed the base and thwacked his dick against Amy’s face.

Thud thud thud thud …

Camden pressed his hard rod against her face, rubbing it into her closed eyes, pushing it against her nose, toward her lips clamped shut, seemingly certain to resist him.

Thud thud thud thud …

He drove that cock into the nape of her neck, her armpit, dragging it down to her prone breast, beaded with sweat, slick and hard and sliding fast into the space between her perfect breasts. He slid his thick cock into her crevice, pushing her tits together from either side, mashing them against his dick as he shoved in slow and then pulled back, shoved in slow and then pulled back.

He inched a bit forward and jammed his wet cock further into her tits, pressing them together tightly, raking flesh against flesh, skin against skin, muscle against fatty tissue in a meeting of opposites that couldn’t help but attract. And like the rubbing of a stick against a stone, sparks began to fly, bursting in Amy’s chest and sending her heart into an irregular rhythm and her lungs into a cockeyed pattern. In and out had a whole other meaning.

Nothing was ever going to be the same.

Faster, smoother as he raked that cock back and forth, Amy looking down to see his eager head poking in and out of the top of her cleavage countless times a minute, and all she wanted was for it to burst forth with its hot seed before it burrowed a trench in her sternum. She tried to push her ribs up, humping his cock even as he railed her from above, a twist to the side meant to apply new pressure and create new pleasure.

But Amy knew she’d be called upon to deliver more pleasure than that, and the moment had arrived. Camden backed off further, holding Amy’s wrists and nothing more as he climbed up further, once more thudding his hard, slick cock into her face.

Thud thud thud thud thud …

But this time he wouldn’t be content to pulverize her face and neck with his cock. That was outside, and he wanted in. He pushed his long cock into her mouth, her pursed lips opening to take it in. It was a feeble and faux resistance, and she was quick to hungrily take him in.

It wasn’t her first.

Amy’s tongue came out to greet his cock, taking her first taste. He was salty and musky, his impatience registering in all of her senses. She could smell his readiness, sense the eagerness of his cock. But she wouldn’t have to wait any longer.

She took him in deeper, tongue wrapping around his head and the soft skin beneath it. He pushed in and out, her tongue there to escort the invasive phallus as his grinding face-fuck pleased him and Amy too.

She kissed and sucked and even blew little streams of air against his spit-soaked cock, folding her lips over her teeth for his safety and satisfaction. She lowered the floor of her throat when he thrust it into her mouth, further and deeper than before. But she could take it, that was something Amy was dead set upon.

And she’d be dishing it out too, soon enough.

Above her, Camden shifted again, pushing forward to push the bottom of his long, stiff erection against her face to position his hairy sack just above her mouth.

“You know what to do,” he said, unseen above her.

Amy opened her mouth and Camden lowered his balls into her mouth, one at a time. She was careful to give him plenty of room, that tight sack so filled with cum and energy that his balls were still, hard to bob on her tongue as she raised and lowered one and then the other. Spreading her lips, she managed to take both swollen balls into her mouth at once, breath wheezing through her nostrils as his scrotum filled her mouth entirely, tongue flexing and wriggling beneath him, churning at full-steam.

One glance toward her feet brought Camden into full view, and he was getting closer fast, bigger as he went down on her. Amy’s body had never felt more alive, all her nerves crackling just beneath the surface.

He pushed her legs back, her pussy already hot and wet and ready for his massive member. In an instant, he skillfully unrolled a condom onto his cock, and slipped his head in, thick and round, between her hot, swollen lips and then let it sit there, a tremendous promise of what would come. A lump rose up in the back of Amy’s throat and she threw her head back into the pillow. The moment she’d been dreaming of. She closed her eyes to imagine that tree trunk of a cock as he slid it in just a bit further and then paused again, feeling those few inches pulsate inside her, preparing her pussy for what she knew would be the fuck of a lifetime.

Camden pulled back and then slid forward again, using just the first few inches of his tremendous cock to make her pussy burn and twitch, clamping down as much as she could over its girth. She cried out in pleasure, “oohhh… yess… give it to meee noww!”

Her clit struggled to wrap around that shaft as he went from a steady stride to a sudden burst of quickness, a flurry of short bursts that had her clit burning. A few shakes to the side magnified his quick barrage and introduced another long, slow stroke, pushing even deeper into her private darkness.

The middle shaft was almost as much as Amy could stand, and that slow drive, in and out and deep and wide, made her muscles retract. He pushed her legs up and back, knees pressing against her breasts, and that made his incredible member even more potent. She was completely exposed to him, and he was taking full advantage.

Camden leaned down and resumed tracing her nipples with his tongue, smearing his face over her breasts, kissing her neck and chest while he thrust from below, a faster rhythm to send pulses of orgasmic energy through her body. The contrast of Camden’s pounding deep inside her and his external stimulation was a combination that enough to bring her orgasm back from temporary slumber, rolling between her hips, rising again to a new and wondrous occasion. Amy had never experienced such a durable, singular expression of her satisfaction. It was as if that orgasm could never be satisfied, that it would possess her body and soul for the rest of her life, a second self, living deep within her just waiting for its chance for another fleeting chance to take control.

And his cock was the key to unleashing it. In and out strokes were interrupted by circular patterns, mashing that stiff member against her clit from different angles, her tissues burning and flexing around his erection.

Amy looked up and opened her eyes, she locked on Camden looking down on her with a pitched intensity, his upper body above her, supported by his own pillar-like arms, her legs against his chest, his hips an unseen pleasure factory while he ground his cock inside her, still holding back at mid-shaft.

Then he sank deeper.

“oooooohhhh.. my godddd!” Amy moaned out, hypnotized by the sheer sexual ecstasy.

Amy’s heart nearly stopped when that enormous cock slid further, igniting her tissues, sending waves of pressure and pleasure rolling through her, stopping up her throat. Amy let out a groan, clenching her teeth to silence herself before Camden did it for her.

“ohhh fuck, yessss! That feels sooooo good” she screamed out.

Deeper and harder, he generated a quick and steady rhythm, deep and hard and long. Amy’s orgasm pushed its way up to meet that intrusive trunk, bathing it in her scintillating juices. Her lips spread wide and legs spread wider, she tried to clamp down, feeling the strain all the way up the insides of her thighs and the backs of her calves.

Deep and hard and faster, her body was skewered and immobile, Camden’s little bites on her breasts creating shockwaves that nearly burst her heart in her ribcage.

“You like that baby… You think you can handle some more…” he growled.

Amy tried to pull her arms free, to shift her chest away from his face, but she knew he would follow, her body completely engulfed in male energy and power and strength and flesh and muscle, mouths and cocks and hands everywhere, as if she were drowning in a pool of primal sexual aggression. And all that energy was fixed on her, only on her, as if she were the only woman in the world, the last woman on Earth.

He skillfully maneuvered off the mattress and pulled Amy along with him. Camden held her by the hips, pulling her in as he thrust forward, exploring and filling her deepest crevices. Amy screamed out from sheer physical shock and awe. There was no use in struggling, but there was no physical way to avoid it. Her body was a slave to her orgasm, and her orgasm wanted her to arch her back and kick her legs, to slam her head into Camden’s chest, pout and whimper and spew grunts of agonizing delight. She bucked and writhed as he drove his cock into her with dangerous depth.

Oh my god, I can’t take anymore, Amy heard herself silently say, can’t … can’t … stop … can’t … can’t stop …

Camden shook her to increase her pleasure, her whole body like a living vibrator operating for their satisfaction. Everything in her world was shaking, rattling, falling apart, old walls crumbling, her own sense of self shattered and reconstructed and shattered again, cycle of death and rebirth that seemed to roll over again and again, in her crotch and in her heart.

Amy was still cumming, an unbelievable orgasm, continuous in a way she was only discovering possible. But she’d never been fucked like this, so an orgasm of new and amazing dimensions was only natural.

Nothing had ever felt more natural.

Then Camden lifted Amy up and forward, letting go of her wrists and pressing his hands against her back. He seemed to know what was going on, but she was exhausted and nearly delirious, draping her arms over Camden’s enormous shoulders, broad and thickly muscled, her head resting on his chest as her body sank even deeper onto his cock. Her orgasm reacted to it with another burst of release, juices splashing against the inner walls of her body and her soul, getting bigger and bigger with every strike, a bubble that only got bigger every time it burst.

Amy tried to wrap her legs around Camden’s waist, lean and narrow without a speck of fat. But her legs were more tired than she realized, her whole body crying out to be released, to fade away into sleep or death or anything other than more of what she was getting.

Yet she craved more anyway. She wanted Camden to keep fucking her until she passed out, and she was very nearly there.

Amy felt like she was being torn apart and compressed at the same time. That massive cock spiked her hard, legs spread as far as they could be, locked around the small of his naked back. She went dizzy, no room in her body for breath, lungs pressed empty, heart struggling just to manage a few last beats.

She cried out, a wordless bellow of surrender, the last of her energy spilling out of her body. There was no room for anything else, there was his cock, her pussy, her orgasm, and nothing more. Her eyesight went dim, ears a dull throb, legs falling away from Camden’s hips as she collapsed into his arms, her face in the nape of his neck as she wept tears. Her emotions breaking free like a powerful ocean wave crashing down.