Chapter 77: Rock My World or In a Mature Woman’s Hands

Camilla started fucking herself on Damon’s huge dick with short dirty drops at first with her big ass slapping his hips in a pah-pah-pah rhythm, each drop only using the last few inches she could take while her cheeks shook on impact and her tits bounced once and settled.

Camilla gave him a long grind that flattened her globes on him while she smeared her juice all over his stomach, and when she lifted her pussy clung to him while her fat petals dragged up his shaft and a string of juice followed from her hole to his head while the stretch stayed open a second before it tried to close; when she sat her ring swallowed his dick back to her limit while her ass shook out and ripples ran through both cheeks.

"Ahh—fuck—yes—"

She used her cheeks on purpose while she clenched them around his leftover inches and let them fall and rolled one hip higher than the other so one side of her gripped him tighter, then Camilla leaned forward until her tits hung in his face and her nipples brushed his mouth and her ass stuck out behind her so he could see her split and his juicing shaft disappear into her plump cunt, and then she sat up straight and bounced just the last stretch while her clit sat on his hand and her tit filled his other and her mouth stayed open.

"Feel that?" She smiled mean with it. "That’s not a girl bouncing. That’s me Damon!"

She changed it again while she lifted slow until only his dickhead stayed in her and her fat petals kissed his crown while her hole stayed sloppy and a little open and cream marked his shaft at her depth.

She held him there while she rolled her hips in tiny circles so his head stirred the mouth of her cave, then she dropped — not all the way in one go but two drops, pah, pah — the second one punched the deepest reached of her pussy.

"Mmm—ahh—Damon—"

Camilla moaned like the table moan except now he was inside it.

"You feel that wall? That’s as far as you get. Don’t look sad about it."

She sped up in bursts.

Camilla lifted until only the thick middle of his cock kissed her entrance, then dropped hard three times so her ass slapped his hips — pah, pah, pah — while her cheeks rippled out and her tits swung wild.

But Damon did not just take it; he instead braced both hands on her waist and met her on every drop, punching his hips up into her so hard her voice broke on contact, and he slapped of her ass on him stacked with the slap of his cock bottoming on her wall.

Slap.

"Ah—!"

Slap.

"Fuck— Damon—!"

Slap—pah.

"Ahhh—yes—yes—"

His hand then mashed on her chest to hold one tit while his other found her clit and slipped because she juiced that hard, and every drop of her sat on his fingers while her hole gulped him back to her depth line and cream flicked off the rim onto his stomach.

Camilla killed the bounce cold and ground slow and filthy with her pussy loud under her and her soft pussy walls milking his shaft in pulses she made on purpose — and he still fucked up into the grind, short brutal lifts of his hips that dragged every vein through her cave while she watched his face like a test.

When his mouth fell open she squeezed harder around him and laughed under her breath, so he answered her with an open palm on her ass.

Slap!

Her cheek jumped and bloomed while she cried out and clenched so tight his vision went white at the edges.

"There. That’s the face. Take me Camilla!"

"Oh take— harder— ahh—fuck me harder—"

Her pussy got sloppier for it.

Her plump lips shone and opened on every lift and kissed the middle of him where she still could not go, then closed sloppy when she sat, and juice ran down his balls and onto her thighs while his unused inches stayed angry and juicing against her ass.

Damon saw it all from under her as her fat petals stretched pale around his cock, her clit dark and swollen above his slipping fingers, the cream ring fixed on his shaft exactly where her wall stopped him — and he kept fucking her harder and meeting her halfway, bracing on the bed and fucking the living air out of her pussy in mean upward punches that made her tits bounce and her moans go stupid.

"Damon— fuck— I’m— ahh— ahh—"

She put both hands on his chest for a stretch and rode him in a rock, forward then back then forward, while her clit dragged the top of his shaft and her tits hung and swayed over him and her ass rolled behind her.

He slapped her other cheek mid-rock — slap — then gripped both globes and hauled her down onto every upthrust so she could not float off him, and he fucked up into her so hard the bed complained while she pinched her own nipple and made him pinch with her until the rock turned into a fight for who owned the pace until she gave up and slowed.

"Harder, Camilla. I didn’t say stop the clit. Small. I will tell you when."

He circled her clit small with his hips snapping, ass-slaps landing wet and loud, her moans stacking into one long broken sound while juice flew off their join and she took every punch of him to her limit.

"Ahh—fuck—yes—like that—don’t stop—Damon—"

Camilla clenched on a lift while Damon felt her ring drag every vein, then she released on the sit while he felt the heat pour back around him, and she did that three times while she taught him the difference and moaned on the clench and swore on the sit — and he met her anyway, punching his hips up into every sit so her lesson came with a thrust that knocked the air out of her.

"Fuck— that’s deep— stay— ahh—"

Another burst of speed came faster while her ass slapped him pah-pah-pah-pah and her spine dipped and her mouth fell open and her words died.

Damon fucked up into each drop so hard the bed complained, and he slapped her ass mid-burst — slap — then again — slap — until her cheek bloomed and she cried out and still tried to own the pace.

Then she slowed again and put her forehead to his for a second while her hips kept that dirty circle and his cock twitched inside her from how hard he had already been fucking her.

"You like mature women, Damon?" she breathed. "This is why you should like us even more. Because we know how to use a dick no matter how big. We know when to sit on it and when to work it. We know you don’t get the whole thing just because you want it."

She rocked him while her ass rippled and her tits moved in his hands and her pussy gripped and slid and never took the last of him, and she looked proud of that too like leaving him hungry was part of the lesson.

He answered with short upward fucks that dragged his head across her wall on every rock, and he slapped the underside of her cheek when she lifted — slap — so she dropped harder than she meant to.

She lifted his chin when his eyes dropped to where they joined.

"Watch it go in. That’s my pussy, Damon. That’s as much of you as I can take. Look how fat it is around you. You finally have me, Damon!"

Damon looked and he saw her thick lips stretched around his dick and juicing shaft while her clit sat out above his fingers and her hole shone and worked and a cream ring sat on him exactly where she always stopped, and bro his cock looked stupid huge disappearing into her and still leaving inches out like her cunt had drawn a line and dared him to argue — so he fucked up into that line and watched her petals go pale around him.

"Ahh—Damon—yes—"

She smiled.

"Stay in my hands, love. I’m not done.Just like that, fuck and thrust in my pussy as while I ride you my love!"

She sat back down onto his dick to her limit and stopped lifting while she just squeezed him in a slow milk over and over with no bounce and her ass barely moved and her tight ring pulsed on him until his hips twitched under her.

Damon fucked her up once into the milk and she gasped, and she saw it and used it while she rode that twitch until he almost sat up before she shoved his chest down.

She pulled his fingers from her clit and sucked two of them into her mouth while she rolled her ass, then she put his hands on her waist.

Damon held and did not lift her but he still fucked up into her from under her in mean little thrusts that made her walls flutter while she tried to pretend she had him locked down.

She took her hands off him completely and she just balance and pussy onto his cock; Camilla rode that way until he understood she did not need him to steer; she counted the strokes she allowed, not inches, one, two, three, and on ninth she stopped him with a sit. On every counted drop he fucked up into her and on four he slapped her ass as she sat — slap — so the stop came with a bloom and a moan.

"Ah—!"

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A/N: I will tell you in advance, there are still three more Chapter of this remaining. I intend to write many smut Chapter but this would stop being the longest. I will tell you what would happen so that you can read more of these smut Chapters after this Camilla arc so that those who don’t like many smut Chapters can stay with us while those how like them also get them.

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