I had my first orgasm almost as soon as his balls slapped my ass the first time. It was a small vibration in my womb which rapidly gave way to the immense thrill of feeling my cousin’s cock sliding in and out of me. He quickly pumped me to higher levels of need and passion. He pulled up the shirt, bent his head to my tits and suckled my nipples then moved his mouth to my neck. He rested on one elbow while fucking me and played with my breasts while caressing my neck with his lips. My second orgasm was stronger, wilder.
Zack didn’t let up. He fucked me through the second orgasm which kept the fire in me growing. He pushed up on his arms, looked down into my eyes then uttered “God, Maggie, I’ve wanted to do this for so long.”
I dug a trench in his back with my decorated nails when my third orgasm broke loose and rampaged across my nerves. He arched his back, slammed his erection deep into me then roared out his release. His shoulder and neck muscles knotted and strained as he pumped me full, saturating my womb. I clung to him with arms and legs and let him take everything I could give; my passion, my body, my love.
My wedding night, his birthday, would be one we would never forget.