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Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 1 of 10]

I’m still trembling, my cheek pressed firmly against the cool, worn surface of the wooden table, my thick ass raised high as you remain buried to the hilt inside me. The golden afternoon light pouring through the tall industrial windows has deepened into rich amber, catching every bead of sweat and oil on my golden-tan skin. My heavy breasts are squished beneath me, nipples still tingling from earlier friction. Your cock throbs powerfully inside my soaked, sensitive pussy, stretching my walls with that perfect, aching fullness that makes my toes curl and my breath hitch with every subtle shift of your hips.

 

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#FettbOriginalSequel

Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 2 of 10]

The loft feels alive with us — the faint creak of old wood, the distant hum of the city far below, the heavy scent of sex mixing with the earthy smell of the table. My long wet hair clings to my back and shoulders like silk ropes. Every breath I take makes my pussy flutter around you, milking your thickness instinctively.

While you’re still filling me so completely, let me remember one of the moments that still stings the sweetest…

We were teenagers the night we snuck out to that hidden beach cove. The sun was bright but we were secluded from the world. I wore that thin white dress, the one that turned almost sheer the moment it got wet. We waded into the warm sea together, laughing at first, but the laughter faded when the water made the fabric cling to every curve of my body — my tits, my hardening nipples, the outline of my hips. I felt your gaze like a physical touch, heavy with longing. When the waves took away my dress with them, leaving me bare in front of your hungry gaze, I wanted so badly to close the distance, to wrap my legs around you and let the water hide what our hands and mouths might discover.

 

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#FettbOriginalSequel

Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 3 of 10]

But fear won again. I forced a laugh, turned, and swam away, leaving you standing there alone with the waves lapping at your waist and that quiet hunger burning in your eyes. The guilt of that day has lived in me for years. Now, with you deep inside me, that old ache sharpens every sensation — making your cock feel thicker, hotter, more essential. The pain of what I denied us transforms into the most delicious pleasure.

You gently but firmly turn me over onto my back on the broad wooden table. I don’t resist. I spread my legs wide for you, knees bent, feet planted firmly on the edge, opening myself completely. My heavy, full breasts spill softly to the sides, nipples stiff and glistening under the warm light. My long wet hair fans out beneath me like a dark halo as I look up at you, chest rising and falling rapidly, heart pounding with a mixture of vulnerability and desperate need.

 

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#FettbOriginalSequel

Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 4 of 10]

“Come back inside me,” I whisper, my voice soft and trembling with raw emotion. “I want to see your face while you claim every part of me.”

You position yourself between my spread thighs. The thick head of your cock nudges my slick, swollen pussy lips, sliding up and down my folds, coating itself in my abundant juices. Then you push forward — slow, deliberate, relentless. A long, deep, filthy moan tears from my throat as my walls stretch around your girth. The burning glide is exquisite; I feel every ridge, every vein as you sink deeper and deeper until your hips press flush against me. My pussy clenches greedily, fluttering and squeezing around your entire length, drawing you in as if it never wants to let go.

 

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#FettbOriginalSequel

Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 5 of 10]

I feel so exposed, so connected. Every powerful thrust hits that perfect spongy spot inside me, sending electric waves of pleasure radiating through my belly and up my spine. My swollen clit grinds rhythmically against your base with each deep stroke, sparking bright bursts of ecstasy. My heavy breasts bounce and jiggle heavily with the motion, the sensitive nipples catching the cool air and sending sparks straight to my core. Juices flow freely from where we’re joined, coating your shaft and dripping down onto the wooden surface with wet, obscene sounds that echo softly in the loft.

I reach up, pulling you closer until our foreheads nearly touch. My voice comes out in broken gasps. “On that beach that day… I was already aching for you under that soaked white dress. I wanted your hands on me, your mouth on my skin. Even after I left, I looked back at you as I lay on that bench, fully naked, but I didn’t have the courage to act on that feeling. Now your cock is pressing so deep, filling every lonely space I created between us. This stretch, this fullness — it’s the only ache I want to feel anymore.”

 

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#FettbOriginalSequel

Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 6 of 10]

The blend of that old memory and the intense physical pleasure is intoxicating. Guilt twists into something hotter, filthier. My pussy grips you tighter with every thrust, as if trying to apologize and reward you at the same time. Sweat and oil make our bodies slide together perfectly. I wrap my legs around your waist, pulling you even deeper, moaning your name like a confession as the pressure builds inside me.

You eventually pull out, leaving me empty and clenching around nothing. You help reposition me. I climb onto the table on my knees, then carefully lower myself onto you with my back facing you. I glance over my shoulder, biting my lip, eyes heavy with lust as I guide your thick cock back to my dripping entrance.

I sink down slowly, inch by inch, until my thick ass rests fully against you, taking every last bit of your length. A deep, guttural moan escapes my lips — the new angle hits completely different places inside me, pressing against my front wall in a way that makes my vision blur with pleasure.

I begin to move. At first slow, sensual grinds, rolling my hips in filthy circles, feeling your cock stir deep within me. Then I build speed, bouncing properly. My round, full ass ripples and claps softly against your hips with every downward motion. I arch my back deeply, pushing my ass higher, giving you the perfect view while my heavy breasts sway and bounce freely beneath me. My long wet hair cascades down my back, sticking to my sweat-slicked skin.

 

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Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 7 of 10]

The pleasure is intense and overwhelming. My swollen clit grinds against you with every bounce. My pussy makes loud, slick, obscene noises as it swallows your cock again and again. Sweat drips down my spine and between my breasts. Each powerful movement brings flashes of that moonlit beach — the way I swam away from you, the cold emptiness I left in both of us. Those memories make your cock feel like sweet penance. Every deep stroke soothes the old wound while creating new waves of ecstasy. I reach between my legs, rubbing my clit in tight circles as I ride you harder, moaning louder, lost in the rhythm and the overwhelming sensations.

I eventually slide off you, turn around, and drop to my knees on the table in front of you. My face is flushed, lips parted, eyes locked on yours with pure, desperate hunger.

I lean forward and take you into my mouth, tasting our combined juices on your throbbing cock. I suck you lovingly — slow, deep strokes with my tongue swirling around the head, my hands stroking what I can’t fit. The taste of myself on you only makes me wetter.

Then I rise slightly, straddling one of your thighs before guiding you back inside my dripping pussy in a close kneeling position.

 

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#FettbOriginalSequel

Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 8 of 10]

“Feel how soaked I am for you,” I breathe against your skin. “This closeness… it’s what I robbed us of for so long.”

I ride you from my knees, breasts pressed tightly against your chest, sensitive nipples dragging against your skin with every sensual roll of my hips. The stretch, the friction, the emotional weight of finally giving myself to you after years of distance. My pussy clenches rhythmically around you as pleasure builds again, layer upon layer.

You guide me back to standing. I bend over the table more fully this time, upper body pressed against the cool wood, my thick ass presented high and inviting. My wet hair spills across the surface as I glance back at you with heavy-lidded eyes.

“Take me harder,” I plead, voice breaking with need. “Make my body pay for every time I turned away from what we both wanted.”

You thrust back in powerfully. The deep, primal angle steals my breath. My heavy tits squash firmly against the table, sensitive nipples rubbing roughly against the grain with every forceful stroke. My thick ass ripples violently each time your hips slap against me. The wet, gritty sounds of skin-on-skin fill the loft — loud, obscene, and utterly liberating. Juices run down my inner thighs in warm rivulets. Your cock fills me so completely in this position, hitting depths that make my legs shake and my pussy spasm uncontrollably around you.

 

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#FettbOriginalSequel

Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 9 of 10]

Every pounding thrust drives the memories deeper — that beach day, the fear, the loneliness I caused. The pain of the past only heightens the raw physical pleasure of the present. I push back to meet you, moaning loudly, completely lost in the filthy, healing rhythm.

You sit on the edge of the table and pull me on top again, facing you. I straddle your lap and sink down onto your cock with a long, broken moan of pure bliss. My hands rest on your shoulders as I begin to ride, slowly at first, then harder.

I lean forward, my heavy breasts bouncing inches from your face. I cup them in my hands, squeezing the soft flesh and offering them to you as I slam my hips down, my thick ass rippling with every powerful movement. My wet hair falls around us like a curtain. Sweat drips between our bodies. My pussy clenches rhythmically around your throbbing cock, the sensations electric — my clit grinding against you, my walls fluttering wildly, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter in my core.

 

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#FettbOriginalSequel

Filling Old Wounds

Part 2: The Growing Ache

[Section 10 of 10]

As the ecstasy builds toward its peak, a sharper, more painful memory suddenly crashes over me like a wave.

That loud, chaotic house party… I had slipped away into a back room, my dress already half-ruined from a spilled drink. It fell completely to the floor. I stood there naked, my breasts heavy, skin warm and flushed from the night’s heat. I turned — and there you were, standing in the doorway. Our eyes met for one frozen, electric second. I saw everything in your gaze: the old hunger, the fresh shock, the deep, lingering pain. I could have acknowledged you. I could have reached out. A real second chance.

But I looked away. Closed the door. Pretended it never happened.

That guilt surges through me now as I ride you harder, my pussy clenching desperately around your cock. I know you saw me that night… the shame still burns hot in my chest, but your cock pressing so insistently against my walls, stretching me so perfectly — this is the only kind of ache I want anymore. The pain I caused you then only makes every thrust feel deeper, sweeter, more necessary.

I’m right on the edge, body burning, the memory hanging unresolved between us as I look into your eyes, panting, wondering if the same vision haunts you in this moment too.

I’m trembling violently, pussy pulsing wildly around you, soaked and desperate, hovering on the brink of release. The past and present are tangled so tightly now that I can barely tell them apart.

Starring: Avneet Kaur

A #FettbOriginal Fantasy Sequel

To be continued...