Wild and free

Amanda moaned in agony and ecstasy as he caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples. He was never satisfied. He yanked her bathrobe from her. His gaze was drawn to her healthy breasts. He carefully unlocked the hook to better study the wonderful vista he had dreamed of for a long time, which was hidden by a black bra. Amanda just locked her gaze on him.

She jokingly inquired, "Are you going to gaze at them until Christmas?"

She grinned as she said it.

He said, "They are so wonderful that I want to stare at them every day and every night."

He swiftly moved closer to her chest after saying that. Twirling his tongue around her tight nipples, he kissed her around those two mountains. He gulped it down like a hungry baby who needed more milk. He could hear her moaning and gasping. Amanda trembled as her body arched. He lingered in that position for a little longer. He had been waiting for this opportunity to spend more time with Amanda. He had been looking forward to this opportunity for five years. From the moment they met, he was completely enamored with her.

Amanda grumbled, "Oh-ooh, Harry.... Why are you so good?"

Because of her body's reaction, he knew she wanted what he was doing. Amanda also wants him. He could tell because of her moans.

"Do you like it, baby?" he inquired, pausing for a moment to study Amanda's expression.

She nodded.

"I want to hear it, Amanda," he whispered once again, kissing her on the lips.

"I want more from you, Harry," she teased, "and please do it fast, because Harold is still waiting for us in the living room."

"I don't want to rush you, Amanda; I want you to remember this day," he whispered, almost softly.

He moved quickly back to her chest. He has no remorse for kissing and smelling her. He couldn't understand why he was addicted to her scent.

His mouth slowly moved down to her stomach. The thrill he gave Amanda made her tremble.

He discreetly smiled as he inserted his tongue into her lovely navel. Amanda will be suffocated by the pleasure he is about to shower on her. She reached for his head and was pulled by his hair ruthlessly.

He came to a halt, then continued down till he reached the most unique location. He savored the smell and was pleased with what he had gotten. He is enticed to touch her because of the scent. Amanda was moaning loudly as he kissed the top of her pussy.

"Fuck! Ha-rry...what are you doing to me?" she exclaimed, trembling all over her body.

"Calm down, baby child," he said, "I just want you to know who owns you."

He couldn't wait to hear Amanda say something. He shifted his head back between her long-legged thighs.

With his fingers, he stroked her pussy. It's quite lovely. He gazed at it intently till he gradually moved his face closer. He'd been doing the thing he'd always wanted to do practically every night for the previous five years. This woman robbed him of his right to pleasure. He was with Amanda while she was still being kept by the syndicates. He did not have intercourse with any woman. The only woman he wants in bed with is Amanda. It's insane, but it's the truth. He couldn't get enough of her scent, touch, and moans.

"I don't belong to you any longer, Harry," she whispered quietly.

Her words were tinged with anguish. He can't deny it; Amanda exists solely for him.

He buried his face between her thighs almost immediately. He was licking her clit with all his strength. He licked every inch of her pussy, making her scream with delight. He wanted to show her that he was the type of man who could only satisfy her in this way.

She opened her mouth in a sexy way and moaned loudly as her body arched and trembled. "Shit!...Ha-rry, I....I can't...hold it any longer....I'm coming!"

"Fuck! What did you do to me, Harry?" she exclaimed, her body still trembling.

She was panting heavily and sweating profusely.

Because of what had transpired, she could scarcely move any of her bodily parts.

He silently grinned. Amanda will now know that he was the only man capable of making her scream.

"I'm not finished yet, Amanda," he said quietly.

He then began to move again.

He sat between her thighs and adjusted his position. He can't waste another second without getting inside her. He dreams of these every night of his life, and now that destiny has granted his wish, he intends to make it fantastic and amazing.

"Are you ready, baby girl?" he inquired, his gaze fixed on her.

Her nervousness could be seen in her eyes.

"What we're doing is wrong, Harry," she stated.

"Then I don't want to be right this time, Amanda," he said, swiftly moving away.

He moved softly within her. He wanted Amanda to be aware of his every move. He finally entered her cave when he believed she was ready.

At that sensation, Amanda's body arched perfectly. In response to unexplained feelings, she gasps and arches her body.

As he slowly stroked over her, he whispered, "You're very wet for me." She closes her eyes and opens her mouth.

It's fascinating to watch her.

He began thrusting faster and harder. Amanda's moan became louder. Her lower lip is bitten.

He threatened, "Fuck! Stop biting those lips or I won't stop fucking you until tomorrow."

Instead of obeying him, she improved her seduction skills.

He descended from her body and approached her. He then gave her an uncontrollable kiss. Amanda bit her lower lip, inflaming his need for her even more. He stroked her hair, then grabbed it and yanked it back so she could get up and shift positions.

He can now precisely place his cock inside her from behind. Her butt is on display, and it's interesting. He pressed his face into her pussy and inhaled deeply, savoring his long-awaited favorite scent.

He kissed her again, then wrapped his tongue around her.

Amanda's voice quivered as she said, "Fuck! Ha-rry, stop torturing me!"

"I enjoy role playing, baby girl," he teased, "but I forgot to tell you about it."

Then he resumed his job. Amanda's moaning was all he could hear from her.

He sucked her pussy repeatedly, his tongue playing with her clitoral. Amanda's body trembles and begs. She's soaked with her wetness.

He grinned. He was finally getting his well-deserved reward after five years of hoping for it.

He began to insert his middle finger into her. Then he moved it out.

Amanda didn't protest. He knew he liked what he was doing.

He was no longer satisfied. He quickly took a seat behind her and immediately put his cock inside her, which seemed to be blazing with anger.

He thrust deeply. Slowly, then faster.

"Oh my gosh!.... Ha-rry, you're so good....." Amanda yelled.

"You like it, baby girl?" he asked, panting as he continued to do so.

"Yeah-yeah....Don't you dare stop, Harry Anderson or else----" she said, but she couldn't finish her sentence.

"Or else what?" he asked.

She locked her gaze on his.

"I'll kill you!" she declared, her voice deadly.

He was amused by what he had heard. She stated this five years ago.

He stroked a little quicker and harder till he felt he was getting close to the word called "heaven," where Amanda's moans would be his greatest lullaby.

He continued to thrust.

"Fuck, baby," he panted, "I'm coming. I can't hold it any longer."

As he tightened his grip on Amanda's two breasts, he exclaimed, "Shit!"

He dripped his juice into Amanda's pussy. He leaned against the top of her back.

Panting and gasping for air.

"Did you know that there's a big possibility that you impregnated me?" She said, in disbelief.

He chuckled and left his position.

"Then I would love it. You should call me if you feel something is strange. I will hire an obegyne for you." He speaks seriously.

"Seriously? It will never happen, Harry," she replied, protesting.

They looked at each other when they heard a noise from outside the room.

"Mommy! Where are you?" Harold was screaming.

She quickly pushed Harry away from the bed. She even heard him groan when his whole body hit the floor.

"You will pay for being so rude to me, Amanda," he said.

He groans again.

"Hide, Harry. Hide under the bed!" he ordered.

Then she quickly got out of bed; it was good and she was only wearing a bathrobe, so it wasn't hard to wear. She adjusted the bed sheet, then opened the door.

"What's wrong, son?" She said when he saw the child's face, that seemed terrified.

She took him in her hand and carried him away from that room. She didn't want Harry to hear anything. they had to talk. She felt the slight trembling of Harold's body. She was nervous.

"Mommy, there's someone calling on my phone and he said that he would haunt us both and kill us," he said, his whole face pale.

She covered her mouth because of what she had heard. Her eyes widened, and fear gradually enveloped her entire system. They are no longer safe now. They will be tracked down by Mr. Aragon soon. She wanted to approach the police, but she was led by fear that the situation

might get worse. Another thing is, their enemy was a large syndicate, including Mr. Aragon. "He is a stranger, son. Don't you remember what I told you about them?" She's trying to be calm.

Harold couldn't see that she was scared.

"But why does he want to kill us?" He asked again.

She sighed. Then kneel in front of the child.

"He was just kidding, Harold. Don't be afraid, mommy is here," she said.

Then she hugged the child tightly.

"Why don't we ask for help from Tito Harry? He had a lot of guards in his office," he suggested.

"Are you guys talking behind my back?" Harry appeared.

She turned to him.

Her chest throbbed again.