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FuckWith The Neighbour Upstairs Part 5

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She sobbed again but she obeyed, her body convulsing on the edge of release her pússy clenching so hard around his fingers that she thought she might lose her mind. He kept her there teetering until she was begging, until tears streaked down her cheeks.

“Please, let me come” she cried. “Please, I need it I’ll do anything…”

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Liam growled, sucking her clít one final time before giving the order she craved. “Come for me, now.”

Her orgasm ripped through her violently, her back arching off the mattress, her scream raw and broken as waves of ecstasy tore her apart. Her pussy spasmed around his fingers, gushing wétness into his mouth as he drank her down greedily. He didn’t stop, prolonging the climax until she was shaking uncontrollably, her thighs clamping around his head.

When she collapsed back onto the bed, gasping for air, he finally pulled back, licking his fingers clean with a slow, deliberate hunger that made her core ache all over again.

“You taste really good,” he said darkly, climbing back up her body. His cóck pressed hard against her thigh now, thick and heavy straining against his sweatpants. He leaned down his lips brushing hers as he whispered, “And I’m not done with you.”

With one rough motion he shoved his sweats down his cóck springing free. Maya’s eyes widened her breath catching as she took in the sheer size of him thick veined, the head glistening with precum.

“Eyes on me” he ordered, gripping her chin and forcing her to meet his gaze. “I want to see you when I stretch that tight pussy open.”

He positioned himself at her entrance dragging the thick head of his cock through her soaked fólds coating himself with her arousal. She whimpered at the teasing pressure her body arching desperately toward him but he didn’t thrust in yet.

“beg for it” he demanded rubbing himself against her clít until she was shaking all over again. “Beg me to fúck you.”

“Please,” she cried, shameless now. “Please, Liam, fuck me. I need you inside me. I can’t take it anymore.”

“Good girl.”

With that he pushed forward, the thick head of his cóck stretching her tight entrance until she gasped in shock and pleasure. He moved slowly at first, forcing her body to take every inch of him, groaning deep in his chest as her pussy clenched hard around him.

“Fuck,” he growled, burying himself deeper with every thrust. “So tight… so perfect. You were made for my cóck.”

Maya’s scream filled the room as he sank all the way inside stretching her wide, her body trembling beneath his control. Her nails tore at the sheets, her eyes rolling back as he held her down and began to move claiming her with long punishing thrusts that made her forget her own name.

Liam’s cck stretched her open in a way Maya had never experienced before every inch sliding deeper until her walls gripped him like a vice. Her breath came in broken gasps, her nails tearing at the sheets as her body struggled to take him but the relentless burn only made the pleasure sharper, more consuming.

“That’s it,” he growled, his lips grazing her ear as he bottomed out inside her holding her there until she trembled around him. “Take it all every fucking inch. This pússy belongs to me now.”

A cry ripped from her throat at his words, her pússy clenching so hard he groaned his jaw tightening as he fought to hold himself steady. His hand slid under her knee pushing her leg up high to open her wider forcing her body to surrender completely to his size.

“You feel that?” he rasped pulling back just enough to slam back in, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the room. “You’re wrapped around me so tight you’ll never forget what it’s like to be fucked by me.”

Maya sobbed his name her voice breaking into a scream as he set a brutal rhythm, his cock pounding into her with ruthless precision. Each thrust drove deeper, scraping against every sensitive nerve inside her sending sparks of white-hot pleasure through her body.

“Liam, oh God…please..don’t stop…”

Her plea only spurred him harder. He fisted her wrists pinning them above her head again his hips slamming into her with such force the headboard rattled against the wall. He lowered his mouth to hers, devouring her cry with a kiss that was all tongue and teeth, messy and raw, a kiss that tasted like hunger and ownership.

“You love it, don’t you?” he growled against her lips, fucking her so hard she could barely breathe. “Being split open, filled up, used like this.”

“Yes,” she cried without hesitation, her voice cracking. “Yes, I love it, don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

He pulled back, his eyes blazing with raw hunger as sweat dripped down his chest onto her skin. His free hand slid down between them, his thumb finding her clít and rubbing it mercilessly in time with his thrusts. Her body convulsed violently, the pleasure overwhelming, unbearable.

“You’re going to come on my cóck,” Liam snarled, his pace ruthless now. “You’re going to scream my name while I fuck this hóle raw.”

Her scream tore free as the orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her entire body arching off the bed as her pússy clenched and milked his cóck. She gushed around him soaking his thighs her legs shaking violently as she shattered under him.

“Fuck that’s it squeeze me just the way I want my dick to be squeezed ” he groaned his rhythm faltering as her pulsing walls dragged him over the edge. With a final thrust he buried himself to the hilt his cóck twitching deep inside her as hot streams of cum filled her, spilling into her womb until it dripped back out around his shaft.

Maya gasped her body shaking, her skin slick with sweat, her pússy still fluttering around him even as he stayed buried inside her. Liam’s hand gripped her throat, not hard but enough to force her to look into his eyes.

“You’re mine now,” he said darkly, his voice hoarse with release. “Every moan every drop of this body… belongs to me.”

Her libs parted, too dazed to argue too consumed by the weight of him inside her to deny it. Her body betrayed her again clenching around him as if claiming him back.

Liam smirked leaning down to bite her lower lip before kissing her hard. He pulled out slowly deliberately making her whimper at the loss as his cúm spilled over her thighs. He dragged his cóck along her folds one last time tapping it against her swollen clít until she whimpered again, trembling and spent but the look in his eyes told her it wasn’t over.

“I’m not finished with you, Maya,” he promised, his voice dark and dangerous. “This was just the first night.”

 

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