Arthur thrust his throbbing cock deep into her dripping, needy pussy, evoking an ecstatic moan from her lips, as he pulled her closer, parting her legs even wider before descending upon her like a ravenous beast.
Liv watched intently as his throbbing member plunged in and out of her wet pussy, her eyes filled with lust and satisfaction. "Oh yeah," she gasped, her voice thick with desire, "Oh God, you're so big and hard." Her gaze met his, filled with a mixture of admiration and lust.
"Get ready for more," he responded with a wicked grin. "Hold on tight, I'm about to take you on a wild ride."
She eagerly nodded, but before she could even catch her breath, Arthur's thrusts intensified, causing her to gasp followed by a series of impassioned moans.
"Yes, please! Fuck me harder! Yes!" she screamed as each powerful thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through her body, making her breasts bounce freely upon her chest. "Ahhhh! Ah, yes, argh!" Her face contorted in sheer pleasure, lost in the intense sensations coursing through her body.
"Speak to me, you fucking bitch, give me those dirty words," Arthur commanded, leaning in closer, his relentless thrusts plunging deeper into her eager and receptive pussy.
Livianna found herself lost in a whirlwind of agony and ecstasy. Her face contorted with the dual sensations of pleasure and pain as Arthur's insistent thrusts stretched her pussy to its limits. With a vice-like grip, she clung to his powerful hands, tears welling up as she gasped, "Oh, fuck. You're so hard. So fucking hard. Ahhhh! I love it. Keep fucking me hard. Fuck me so rough and don't stop!" Her impassioned cries filled the room.
Arthur intensified his thrusts, the rhythmic slap of his rigid member against her wet, aching pussy resonating through the air.
Liv was helpless to do anything but yield to the overwhelming sensations. "Oh my God! Oh. Shit! So hard! Oh yes!" Her hand wrapped around his neck, her legs trembling as she struggled to accommodate his relentless vigor.
Her fingers clawed at his skin, her pussy dripping with desire as his cock continued its relentless plunder. "You're fucking making me wetter for you! Make me wet! Ah yes, FUCK!"
Their passionate sex was suddenly interrupted by the ringtone of his phone, causing him to slow down. Meanwhile, Liv continued to moan helplessly, lost in the lingering intensity even as his thrusts slowed down.
Confused by the interruption, she was about to ask why, but he silenced her with a subtle, secretive gesture. While his hard member remained deep inside her pussy, he answered the call with a curt "Hello."
Liv couldn't hear the voice on the other end, but she sensed that the conversation was of a serious nature.
He continued with, "Yeah, I'm back home, totally spent. Let's catch up tomorrow, alright?" After a response from the voice on the phone, he ended the call with a relieved sigh.
For a brief moment, Liv contemplated asking him about the call, but she quickly realized it was none of her business.
Hell, she doesn't even know his name.
In that moment, she couldn't deny that she lived up to the label he had given her. A whore.
After he hung up his phone, he resumed his powerful thrusts. He plowed into her with unrestrained fervor, driving deep into the depths of her craving pussy, evoking intense moans from her.
"Oh, fuck yes!" she cried out, her face a beautiful mix of pleasure and desire. Her face contorted with every hard thrust, the ecstasy building with each of his powerful motions, driving her wild.
For Liv, this was pure elation. She reveled in the primal, unbridled force of his dick as it repeatedly and forcefully stroked the depths of her insatiable pussy, grateful for the promise of twelve weeks filled with this incredible dick filling her pussy.
"Ahh, ahh, ahh, ah, yeah," she moaned helplessly, her surrender to the overwhelming pleasure evident in every breathy utterance. His hands, big and powerful, seized her ample breasts with an unrelenting grip, eliciting further cries of passion from her quivering lips.
As the minutes ticked away and their fervor grew, the fiery connection between them only intensified, leaving Liv in a state of sexual euphoria. Every thrust sent shivers of pleasure coursing through her body, and she couldn't help but express her delight.
"So fucking good!" she exclaimed, her voice teeming with satisfaction, lust, and unrestrained longing.
Their passionate sex continued for what felt like an eternity until they both reached a climactic peak. Arthur jerked and released his hot load deep inside her, savoring the sensation as he stroked his dick, ensuring every last drop was spent before slowly withdrawing from her throbbing pussy.
He knew that Liv was the kind of woman on birth control, so he didn't mind doing it at least just once.
Liv relished the sensation of his hot release filling her eager pussy, knowing that there was no need to worry about contraception for now, thanks to her birth control.
Even though she had always wanted a child, this was definitely not the way.
With a soft, satisfied moan, she breathed heavily, her craving pussy still pulsating and aching from their passionate encounter.
She could feel the warm liquid slowly seeping from her well-satisfied pussy, but she didn't mind.
Instead, she gently caressed her sensitive pussy, her fingers dancing over her slick folds, soothing the delightful ache.
Arthur reclined gracefully next to Liv, a sated grin playing upon his lips. He couldn't help but admire the sensuality that had just transpired between them.
"That was truly exceptional. You certainly know how to please, Miss," he remarked, a hint of appreciation in his voice.
Liv met his gaze, her eyes reflecting a mixture of satisfaction and defiance. She sighed and retorted, "I may enjoy sex, but I'm not a professional whore, okay?"
Arthur leaned closer, a glint of dominance in his eyes. "You might not be a pro, but for the next twelve weeks, it doesn't matter what you call yourself because that's exactly what you are," he asserted.
Liv's bravado faltered for a moment, and she bit her lip, unable to formulate a response.
As they lay together, tangled in post-coital aftermath, a question tugged at her mind and she asked, "By the way, what's your name?"
He graced her with a warm smile. "I'm Arthur Regal. It's a pleasure to meet you. And what should I call you?"
Liv was momentarily stunned when she heard his name.
"Say your name again," she asked, uncertain if her ears had played tricks on her.