Page 19 of Getting Down on the Farm: Vol. 1
"Gotta get in the right spot," he muttered. "Damn mirror?—"
"I have you!"
"Oh, fuck, Francesca, your sweet little hands!"
I laughed as we fumbled. The bed was so high that I couldn't see much, had to grope blindly under his belly. The second I touched his cock, it started to swell, and Lukas had to back up to keep it from over-reaching. I was slippery and he was even more so, dribbling precum all over my hands and wrists.
It was the least elegant, most amusing, clumsiest, messiest attempt at getting a cock inside of me I'd ever experienced, and I pressed my face into the curve of his chest, hearing that large second heart drumming as I giggled and drew the sopping flat head to my pussy.
"There," I sighed, taking a moment to rub him against me.
Lukas groaned above me, and I decided he was right. A mirror would be nice. I could lean my head over the edge of the bed and I'd be upside down, but at least I could catch his eye and?—
"Oh!" My voice choked off as he paused, just barely lodged inside of me. "Oh mygod, Lukas!"
His voice was ragged. "Does it?—"
"More! More, baby, please—I—Yes!"
He moved slowly, so incredibly slowly. He must've beentiptoeing.It gave me time to really feel him. He was so thick it threatened to split me at the seams, a beautiful soft edge of burning. He was also very clearly pumping a generous amount of precum into me because everything felt warm and slippery andeasy.
He stepped and two more inches sank in with the handful he'd already given me, and together we grunted.
"More!"
Lukas moaned and the sound shook down through his chest into his belly, fur and weight rumbling against my breasts. He stepped twice and I gasped, heels catching onto his back.
"Ungh, that's it, filly. Hold onto me just like that. I—I—" He stomped twice, the bounce jarring deliciously inside of me, notching me a little deeper onto his length. "Fuck, Francesca, you'restranglingme, honey, and I?—"
I whined, digging my heels into his back and squirming my way onto him.
"Oh god. Ohgod," he gasped.
I couldn't breathe, but I didn't care. I was full of victory and Lukas’s massive cock.
"I'm up against the wall, honey. This stupid fucking layout, why didn't I—ughhhhhh."
Lukas’s hands slapped against the wall so hard it made the room shake, or at least it seemed to. I was busy shaking for my own reasons, finding more thick, hot cock to fasten inside of me, scooting and slipping and shoving him into me. His hips were flexing, back legs bending, and the gentle nudges were so perfect—rubbing every magical expanded inch of nerve and flesh and muscle—that for a moment it was all I could do toexist,to feel and savor him inside of me.
"H-how much more?" I stammered when we finally paused long enough for me to remember how to draw air into my lungs.
"You can stop there, honey, it's?—"
"How muchmore, Lukas?" I pressed.
For a moment, he just panted, his body heaving and pressing down into me with a comforting weight. "You're about halfway there," he said gently.
I let out a hysterical giggle and Lukas huffed out his own laugh.
"You can?—"
"I wantallof you, baby," I said, and I gathered my strength, readjusting my heels on his back and squeezing hard, forcing myself deeper.
"Stop- Stop!" Lukas stammered. "Wait, just…hang on tight, I got an idea."
I was already wrapped hard around his body, hands and feet gripping him, but it was still a shock as he rose up, dragging me down the bed until my ass was hanging over the edge. I tightened my squeeze, aware of how I was mainly being held up by the determined and solid pole of arousal lodged inside of me. My head tilted back and I realized what he was intending, giving us plenty more room on the bed to fuck and buck and thrust our way back to the wall once more.
"Genius," I breathed.
