Serbian Beauty Succumbs to Intense Pleasure and Submission

Jelena is 5' 7" tall, age 28, Single, Age 28 and a Serbian. I meant her in Belgrade selecting her for breeding. Jelena's over-worked her mind to make the final decision, the final push came when I broke my intense gaze and start to turn away. Panic and a sense of loss, jolts her to the very core in an instant, and before she can comprehend what has happened or what she feels, a loud buzzer sound fills the air, announcing something important and irreversible. She trails her gaze down her extended right arm, only to find her fingers on the red lit button. With her blue eyes wide open, Jelena realizes that at the heat of the moment, her hand has made the decision for her, and evil has prevailed over good and reasons. The same fingers that are dripping with her illicit desires the night before, only few hours later, has sealed her fate with a light movement. She wonders how fragile a person's fate can be to have it changed from a simple act of stupidity and a flick of a finger.

Then Jelena realizes something important. It is her finger, it is her hand, and it is her body; she made the decision, and it is 'her' decision. Still, she refuses to believe that she has forsaken her pride and reason for mere physical urges. As my huge muscular body moves through the open door, a current of air blows in to the room. A sweet musk odor reaches her sensors, washing away any remorse or disgust she has until then. Her body immediately reacts to the overwhelmingly powerful dose of pheromones and begin the initial preparations for an oncoming insemination. While feeling embers of carnal desires igniting in her, Jelena stood still watching as I approach with a smile of accomplishment. As soon as I approach her, I bend my head down, nuzzling her neck, and hungrily breathing in her intoxicating sweet, pheromone infused smell.

Panic stricks her mind with the first physical contact with me, and with a reaction that is fueled by hatred and pride, she pulls back striking my face with her open arm. Surprised at first, I gather my thoughts, easily caught her fragile wrist when it came back flying for another strike. Soon, she is trying to strike me with all her other three free limbs, and there is a bit of a struggle between us for offence and defense. Despite Jelena striking me and struggling, I didn't get angry about it, and did bring Jelena under control without hurting her. With my strength, soon, I had her back and both hands pinned to the wall, and I look straight into her deep blue eyes.

With my hypnotizing gaze locked onto Jelena's, I feel her body relax, and her hands become limp in my grasp. Sensing her submission, I lower my face to nuzzle her neck. This time, Jelena closes her eyes moaning softly as I devour her scent. Then I slowly bend down to place one hand behind her knees, and one hand behind her back to gently swoop her up and carry her in bridal style. As the beautiful Jelena stays lying on my arms, her long hair flowing down from one side, and the soft fabric of the dress flows down from the other.

Jelena is struggling a little while she is in my hands, it is obvious that the struggling is just a show of reluctance, rather than an actual effort to escape. I maneuver our bodies through the doorway, walking toward the big bed, to rightfully claim the beauty, that had an unusual effect on me. Jelena feels the thumping of heavy footsteps throughout her body, as her heart tries to burst with excitement. Since she knew too well what that dirty bed symbolizes, and what is about to happen on the bed and what it means, she feels the approaching bed is too far and too close. Even though her body is jumping with joy, her heart is still hesitating to accept what the body is telling it. Hesitations are meant to fade away with time, and it is fading little by little with each thumping of the footstep that reach her body. Finally, she slowly wraps her arms around my neck as a means of support, a show of affection and acceptance.

Jelena feels her back softly landing on the mattress, and my hands sliding away from underneath her body. Her desires took dominance, and now she is a willing woman, that is looking forward to feel the invigorating touch of her illicit lover. She wants to feel my big body covering her tall frame, and dominate it in most pleasurable ways she can only imagine. Unlike her previous encounter, she wants to scream out her satisfaction, and receive my affection without holding anything back. While waiting for me to join her and satisfy her carnal desires. As shame came over her again, she feels the need to cry and let all the accumulated shame wash away with tears. Just as she is about to shed her first tear, she feels my face nuzzle into her neck to breathe in her scent again. My hand starts to fondle her breasts through the material of the dress, she closes her eyes and lets out an involuntary gasp in pleasure.

My hand is gently fondling breasts, as my tongue laps at her sensitive skin on the neck, her shame and tears start to fade away with rising pleasure. She has fallen for me, she didn't want me to see her willingly, emotionally and sexually submit. I'm intimately fondling, her eyes are closed. She didn't have the will power to open them and possibly meet his eyes. My mouth and hand descends down the soft curves of Jelena's body, she shudders at the thought of going through the humiliation of becoming my slut. Jelena feels me take hold of her ankles slowly opening her legs, she didn't offer any resistance, looking down her body to see what is happening. I'm kneeling down on the bed starting to lick my way up her left leg. As my head travels higher, I let go of her legs to support myself; she bends her knees spreading her trembling legs wider to accommodate my big upper-body. As the hem of her short dress got pushed up to her waist by my hands as they move up, she caught the hem with her hands trying to pull her dress down. My head disappears between her silky smooth thighs, my head bobbing around while I lustfully taste her soft inner-thighs, Jelena is able to see my big head.

My wandering tongue inching closer and closer to her wet pussy, Jelena is breathing heavily, gasping every time she feels my hot breath on her exposed pussy. My head suddenly stops moving, she feels me breathing constantly on her sensitive folds. She knew that I'm looking directly at her uncovered pussy. A deep blush covers her ivory skin when she realizes that, with all the attention given, her sensitive folds have bloomed like a flower, and I'm looking the continuously dripping nectar. With a sudden lunge that made Jelena's body jerk up with surprise, I clamp my hot salivating mouth over her steaming honey pot, wrapping my hands around her thighs to lock my hungry mouth to her delicacy. Feeling the warm wetness of my lips, and hardness of my teeth envelop her pussy at once, Jelena yelps with pained pleasure. She has to let go of the dress hem to cover her mouth with one hand, and to desperately tap hard on my head with the other, and signal me not to press my teeth on to her sensitive clitoris. Feeling the protest, I stop pushing my teeth in, my head didn't budge a centimeter, as my clamped mouth produces an incredible suction while my tongue went to work on her delicious wet folds.

Jelena's body is squirming and trembling with overwhelming pleasure, despite her efforts, muffled moans escape through her slender fingers. She caresses my head between her spread thighs. I'm thrusting my face on her pussy as I hungrily lap up the constantly flowing nectar exploring every fold and edge of her pussy with my flexible tongue. She is feeling a orgasm rising, as my hot tongue is going wild on her pussy keeping her on the edge of total bliss. Making her skip a heartbeat, she feels it slowly slithering into her wet opening. " Oh my god!" " Oh my god!" " aaargH!" " Oh baby!" " Yes!" " That's it!" " Yes!" " Yessss!" "Yeeeessssss!" "Aaaah!....aaaaah!...aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!...uuuuurrrghhhHHHH!" Jelena sees stars when my flexible tongue starts wriggling in her most sensitive place. She pulls my head on to her pussy with both hands, announcing her orgasm with a loud, pleasured wail.

Jelena is panting heavily after experiencing an amazing orgasm, then she feels my hands that are wrapped around her thighs become loose, she looks down her body to find my face emerging out from her pussy. My face is dripping with her juice, and my smile telling her that I loved every drop. Feelings of affection and satisfaction starts to seep through Jelena's body, she knows there is no turning back now. I raise up kneeling between her spread legs, Jelena's eyes locking on to my raging cock. With the unusual curve, with lumps, thick pulsing veins snaking around it and most importantly, the unbelievable thickness, it looks intimidating. She shudders at the thought that the one eyed monster will be in her stretching and filling her small tight pussy, and she is fearful of being stretched. She has never experienced a monster cock. In the corner of her heart, as a woman, she feels proud about being chosen to take part in experiencing such an intimidating and exotic manhood in her most delicate place.

Jelena detests her carnal desires, she wants to experience feeling my monster cock inside her, to become proud a woman reaching sexual heaven; with her slender fingers, she starts removing her dress, slowly availing her silky smooth thighs and sexual flower to me. When

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