Hardcore Sex is written in the banner of countless free porn videos…
Too bad none of the people writing the titles seem to know the definition of “hardcore”. Getting your pussy fucked like every other Saturday night is not hardcore sex. To earn the title of hardcore you need to pour every ounce of energy you have into fucking your partner. If your entire body isn’t sore, you’re probably not doing it right! My boys know what I’m talking about. We have some of the best phone sex with it and we always cum screaming!
So let me paint a little picture of how my last hardcore sex session went. It started at a party. As usual, I wasn’t drunk, just slightly buzzed. I had on a slutty little red dress that barely covered my tits or ass, a pair of stilettos, and red stockings. Normally I stick with black stockings but I wanted the whole world to know that I was looking for a nice thick cock to go between them. I was dancing when I felt just the right tool poking me in the back.
He was so masculine! Not like one of these cucks that might run off to have gay sex later. No, he was lean and tall, and dripped manliness!
With a little grinding and a few hard kisses, I snagged him!
He was ready to fuck me right there in front of everyone and his lean body had me willing, but somehow we found the strength to make it to his place. As soon as he shoved me through his door, I knew that my night was about to take a wicked turn. I turned on him, an evil smile playing across my face. He stalked toward me, grabbing me by the neck. He had moved so fast that I assumed he was going in for a kiss, but instead his hand wrapped around my throat. When I looked into his eyes all I saw was an animalistic desire to possess me. He applied a bit of real pressure to my neck before finally leaning in and singeing my lips.
Like the horny little hellcat I am, I bit him. Hard. When he tasted his own blood, he growled. It was so deep and hungry! My pussy quivered at the noise and I must have let out a moan because all of a sudden his hand was up my dress yanking at my panties until they ripped. He dropped them on the floor and turned me around, grinding his cock into my ass until the dress was bunched up above it and his denim was all that stood between it and his cock.
I was facedown on his dining room table before I knew what was happening. He pulled my dress down to expose my tits and then pushed my face hard into the wood. I wasn’t quite sure but it felt like he was growling again as he yanked his zipper down. He seemed angry that he wasn’t already inside of my dripping pussy.
And then I felt it!
The tip of his cock was lined up perfectly, but instead of sinking into me he reached around and grabbed a nipple in each hand and twisted as hard as his strong arms could manage. I knew he was hardcore but I didn’t know he had fetishes! My mouth opened on a silent scream and at that moment he thrust himself into me as hard as he could. He knew just how to make hardcore sex feel intoxicating. The mix of pain and pleasure was too much. He was using my tits as handholds to pump himself deeper into me, and god it was so fucking hot. I was barely a minute into it and I was about to cum like a virgin!
And I would have cum too if he hadn’t pulled out right then…
Keep a lookout for part 2 where things really get hardcore!
