Posted by citrussweet , Sun Jul 21, 2013 04:44 PM
But, that’s not what happened. You’ve become sidetracked after work again. With what this time, I don’t know. You’ve left me waiting and I’m a woman who doesn’t like to wait. How could you go waste time and dick around before coming home to me? Coming home to a warm, willing, wet, and welcoming woman? That’s your mistake.
Impatient and bored with busying myself with distractions, I go to our bathroom to fill the claw-footed tub. After wasting my breath on you, I deserve a good, hot soak. I bend over the bath and crank the faucet all the way on hot with only a slight trickle of cool water coming from the right-hand faucet adding to the stream. I fill up the soap cap with bubble bath and pour it into the jet-stream of water. Satisfied with the steam rising from the bubbling water beginning to pool at the base of the tub, I turn my back and walk back into our bedroom to undress.
I take out my dainty, silver earrings and drop them on the corner of my nightstand. Walking toward the center of the room, I tug my loose, white tank from the waistband of my navy skirt. After peeling it over my breasts, shoulders, and head, I automatically check the breast pocket for anything I might’ve forgotten and toss it toward the hamper. I look down at my mauve painted toes and squish them into the carpet. I reach back and nimbly unclasp my beige, strapless bra and let it fall to the ground. I’m standing in the middle of the room underneath the ceiling fan; left only in my deep blue skirt, watching my nipples tighten from the coolness of the air whooshing over my bared breasts.
I slide down the silver zipper on my left side; hearing and feeling the teeth open beneath my fingers. I bend slightly and push the garment down over my hips, thighs, knees, and finally calves to where I let it pool around my ankles. I slowly step out and walk over to my dresser where I’ve left a black, elastic hair-tie sitting on top. I’m naked now as I didn’t bother putting on panties in the morning when I dressed; I thought it would be a nice surprise for you. Too bad you’ll never know now.
I grab the hair-tie and bend over in half at the hips; dropping slack into my neck as I go to gather my shiny mess of waves on top of my head. I stand back up and secure the makeshift bun with the hair-tie, my breasts perking and rising with my motions as I raise my arms above my head. I turn and listen to the sound of the faucets as their source rolls into and joins what they’ve already supplied. I walk back into the bathroom because I can hear the tub is nearly full; I shut the door but only halfway so that the steam will collect and circle around me.
I turn off the faucets, letting the bathroom fall silent except for a single drip coming from the scalding faucet. I dip my left foot into the tub, loving the silky caress of the hot water enveloping my skin as the water climbs up my leg with every inch as I descend into the water. My right leg joins my left and I’m now standing in the tub with the bubbling foam topping just above my knees. I crouch and sigh in peaceful content as the rest of my body is covered in hot water and my back moves against the cool edge of the tub.
I close my eyes for a moment, loving the sensations as some of the tension you’ve caused leaves my body. I scooch my back up a little higher against the edge of the tub and part my eyelids so I can watch as I arch my back and raise my nipples out of the water. As my nipples peek out and bob on the surface of the water, they instantly tighten with the cooler change in temperature. I circle my index fingers over the rosy tips and crinkling areolas, basking in the pangs it’s shooting south to the increasingly damp delta between my thighs.
With my eyes lowered to half-mast, I take a bar of scented soap between my hands and begin working and rubbing them back and forth until a thick, foamy lather is dripping between my fingers. I replace the soap and lay my hands over my breasts, squeezing my stiff, pink nipples between my slippery, soapy fingers. I almost moan from how good it feels. I reach over and grab the soap again, working up another heavy lather while simultaneously situating my legs. I drape my right over the edge of the tub, allowing the inside of my ankle to keep my calf anchored, and place the left heel of my foot against the opposite side of the bath right on the ledge.
While moving my left hand up to my delicate neck, I start to snake my right hand down toward my throbbing, silken triangle with soap-slicked hands. My eyes are almost fully closed as I arch my neck back over the edge of the tub, putting my body in prime position to touch myself. My right, middle finger begins to tease up and down my shaven cleft as my fingernails on my left hand lightly scratch the base and sides of my throat, then circling around my breasts. Through hooded lids, I see steam in the air and bubbles begin to swirl in the water as my movements become more hurried.
I bite my lip but it’s agonizing trying to keep my mouth semi-closed when my breathing is becoming so labored and heavy with arousal. “Just what do you think you’re doing?” I gasp and jump with a fright, dropping my right leg back into the water with a small splash. I look over toward the doorway and you’re lazily leaning against the doorjamb, watching me. I replace my leg as it was on the tub, reach for the bar of slippery soap and rub my hands together in tandem while looking directly at you. I replace the soap once I’ve gotten more suds and get back into position, beginning to touch myself again. “What does it look like I’m doing? I’m doing what you couldn’t,” I reply coolly.
Half my attention is focused on you in the doorway with your nostrils flaring at my response and your bulge becoming bigger against your fly; the other half is focused on returning back to the sensations I was reveling in by circling and probing my swollen clitoris and peaked nipples. You push yourself away from the doorjamb and slowly meander toward me, unfastening your jeans to accommodate your erection. You say, “Oh, really now? Is that so?” I half look up at you and nod, “Mhm, I’m only doing what I got bored of waiting for you to start. And I’m damn well gonna finish it.”
You’re still standing looming over the tub, eyes glazed over as you stare at me and continue to watch. I want to make you jealous, to make you wish that your hands were feeling every inch of my sex instead of my own. I’m going to tease you and make you regret coming home late and making me wait. I blow aside the clumps of bubbles covering my body so you can have a fully unrestricted view of what I’m doing to myself without your help. Raising my nipples up higher out of the water, I squeeze my own tits. With my right hand, I grab the bar of soap off the ledge and plunge it underneath the water. Fully aware of you, I begin using the soap as my own personal sex toy; extra assistance and sensations to rub against my clit and slicken with moisture, making it easier to cum.
You’re about ready to lose it, I can tell. You snarl, “You have to move your hand faster than that if you want to cum baby, I know your body better than you.” I heave a disgruntled sigh, “Oh, shut up, you do not. Go away, I’m going to make myself cum and you’re gonna have absolutely nothing to do with it.” You look at me and smirk, “You can’t fake it. You want me. You know it, and I know it.” I scoff and retort, “Oh, yes, I sure can fake it. Just watch me. I don’t need you to---”
Out of nowhere, you snare your left hand down into the water and take my wrist, pulling it out of the water, causing me to drop the soap, letting it sink to the bottom. At the same time you grab my other wrist with your opposite hand and yank me out of the water and to my feet, splashing pools of warm water over the edge of the tub and onto the tile. “Shut up and come here goddamnit,” you say over my voice into my surprised face. You quickly drop my wrists, wrap your arms around my tapered waist, and haul me over the edge of the tub, my feet dangling before I hook them loosely behind your thighs so I don’t slip as you carry me into our bedroom.
“Stop! Put me down, damnit!” I yell. “Oh, I’ll put you down all right,” you say in response. “No, I mean it! I don’t need you, you missed out,” I say back to your double-edged comment. I feel your knees bump the mattress before you throw me down on my back on the comforter. I start to roll away toward the side of the bed but you grab my upper arm and pull me back before lowering yourself over me and covering my body with yours. I say, “I meant what I said, I want you to go away and---” My arms are flailing and I’m trying to push you back but your grab my wrists again and pin them to the mattress beside my head.
You let go of one of my wrists and use your hand to cup my jaw. “The trouble with you is that you just don’t know when to quit. You keep pushing and pushing until you drive a man over the edge.” Your mouth then covers mine in a deep, probing kiss. I buck my body beneath yours in retaliation. You lift your mouth off mine only far enough to speak, “Admit it baby, you want me."
“Nuh-uh, let me go.”
You smirk, “Not a chance.”
“I’m so mad at you.”
“But you still want me.”
I scoff, “Like hell I do.”
“You want me and that’s why you’re so damned pissed off.” You kiss me hard again, this time succeeding in pushing your tongue past my lips. I start to whimper in outrage… but then in surrender. I turn my head and break the kiss, gasping for air. I lick my lips; they feel swollen and bruised from the pressure of your kisses. I lay my hands on your shoulders, intending to push you away but you lower your head down to mine again. Our lips feed off each other’s, my fingers curl inward toward the knotted, bunching muscles in your shoulders.
“Stop,” I half-heartedly grind out on a moan. You do stop kissing me, but only my lips before moving onto my neck; placing hot, open-mouthed kisses against the delicate skin. You groan, “Mm, but you want this as much as I do.” You drag your mouth back up to my face and start kissing me again, my lips dissolving against yours. You’re kissing me so carnally, I can’t even think straight. I really hate it when you’re right; I can be stark raving mad at you and still want you.
I heave, “Damn you,” and give in. You smile and your hands move down my chest until each one covers a breast. “Jesus,” you sigh as you knead my tender flesh, your palms supporting the weight as your thumbs rasp over my still hardened nipples. I push the opened, button-down shirt from your shoulders and down your arms and you help me take it the rest of the way off before returning your left hand to my tits. Your other hand sweeps up the top of my thigh before possessively cupping my doubly wet mound; palming and squeezing me until I break into soft, yearning gasps.
You straddle me, planting your knees solidly on the outsides of my thighs. You stare at my breasts as they lay softly against my chest, my nipples puckered even more with a deeper sense of arousal. You bend over me and stroke one of my nipples against your tongue. My head arches back off the bed as you touch me again with the pointed tip of your tongue. You draw an entire shiny, wet nipple and areola into your mouth and suckle hard then gently. Pleasure rocks through me. You release my nipple and blow on it, causing me to shudder as goosebumps rise across my flesh.
I grapple at your thighs, gripping one under each of my hands and resting my thumbs in the grooves of your groin. You repeat your toe-curling process on my other nipple as my hands start to inch closer and closer to your throbbing cock. You lean all the way over and whisper, “Unzip me,” into my ear. But I don’t, I only rub feather light caresses over the outside of your denim-clad dick. When you realize I’m not going to do what you ask, you sit back up on your knees, carefully work the zipper down over your erection, hook your thumbs in your belt loops and push your jeans down over your hips and under your knees until they’re lying beside the bed.
You reverse the positioning of our legs until your thighs are inside of mine and your hands are pushing my thighs apart until you see the lips of my creamy pussy split apart. You take one hand and slide it up and down my feminine crease before curling two fingers up inside my most sensitive fold. My pussy opens and clamps around your fingers. You blow out a breath, “Jesus, I don’t think I’m ever going to get used to how tight you are.” I bite my lip and nod, trying to feel every ripple of pleasure as it shoots through me.
You groan before saying, “You’d better hold on, this one’s going to be a rough ride baby.” You rub your hands up my sides and arms before hooking my hands around the wooden rails of the headboard behind my head and folding my fingers around them. I close my eyes and grip the cool wood. I feel your hands run back down my body and your right one flatten against my belly as your left holds my hip steady.
“Open your eyes, I want you to watch me while I fuck you wide open,” My eyes fly open at your direct challenge. But when you place the smooth and voluptuous tip of your cock at my dripping opening and drive it all the way deep inside me on the first stroke, I have no doubt about who’s hammering into me and fucking me for all I’m worth.
I’m wet, I’m tight. We both gasp at the first few thrusts you give me; you for your surprise at my constant tightness and me at the momentary pain of stretching myself wide enough to accommodate every inch of your dick. I let out a deep, tortured moan; you clamp your teeth over your bottom lip and give another swift thrust, embedding yourself inside me with complete possession. You withdraw, almost leaving me empty before sinking into me fully again. “What’s my name,” you ask.
Dazed, I reply, “What?” Grinding your pelvis against mine in deep and wide circles, you say “You heard me. Say my name.” I don’t want to give you what you want, I love driving you over the edge. I catch my lower lip between my teeth as I try to keep my hips on the bed, but I just can’t. Involuntarily, I raise my hips to meet the next plunging stroke of your strong, smooth cock. “Say it,” you grind you pelvis harder into mine. “Say it,” you groan.
You rise over me slightly and your thumb finds my tiny kernel of budding flesh that’s the secret to making me cum. You slowly start to rub it up and down and in small, concentric circles until I cry out a small, desperate sound of utter need and compliance. “You’re going to say my name, damn it,” you grind out as you continue to stroke and rub me, drawing out a low, choppy moan of pleasure and desire. Hot sensations start to spiral out of every pore in my body as I grip the headboard tighter.
You lower your head to my bouncing tits and roughly suck until I release a sharp cry. Your stubble rubs against my delicate skin, I’m almost there. “Mmm, come on, say my name.” The sensations of your cock pounding into me, your teeth and tongue grazing over my nipples and your thumb working over my clitoris is going to make me break. I see your ass rise and fall with every push and pull of your cock in and out of my pussy. From glimpses, I can see your cock absolutely slickened with the wetness pooling out of my body.
“Say my name,” you pant a final time before rubbing my clit into the extra mile and sending me over the edge. I close my eyes and arch my neck all the way back off the bed as pleasure spears through my core. My head thrashes on my pillow and my thighs tighten around your hips. I completely shatter and scream your name repeatedly until it’s lowered into decibels of whispers and shallow, raspy pants.
You stare down at me, bury your head in my neck and give me a love-bite before raising your eyes to mine again. Your hands join mine on the rails of the headboard, your fingers interlacing through mine and crushing against the wooden rods. Your chest flattens against my tits, and you hammer and pummel into me with a force I’ve never felt before. Our breathing escalates and turns harsher by the second, I feel you tense and then I feel your release as you spurt every drop of your cum inside me as my walls milk your cock for all it has.
Neither of us says anything; we only lie in a tangle of limbs, sweat, panting and raw need. We both continue to moan with satisfaction and gratification as you slowly soften and we both feel our cum seep out onto our bed, completely content.
Posted by citrussweet , Fri May 25, 2012 04:52 PM
It’s pitch black, hot, and quiet in my little dorm room. I’m wearing my usual t-shirt and non-descript pair of bikini cut panties to sleep in. My skin is slightly dampened from the heat; the cotton fabric clings to my skin and twists with the curves of my body when I toss back and forth, from side to side. I can hear only the gentle brushing of my thighs squeezing and grinding together, my fingertips across the bed sheets, and my roommate’s breathing across the room. Only slits of light cut across the ceiling but not illuminating or giving anything away. Not disturbing her sleep cycle nor hinting at my growing arousal and sexual frustration.
As I lay there in the dark, my eyes flutter closed as the images of you bracing yourself over me and pinning me down flood my brain. I flip from my side onto my back with my knees bent; they slowly fall apart as I remember the second when you lined your cock up with my hole. My fingertips toy with the hem of my t-shirt recalling how you couldn’t wait to rip it off, over my head. Eyes still closed, I slowly raise the hem over my navel; feeling more sensual now that such sensitive skin is exposed.
I lick my lips as my both my hands go to cup a breast in each. I push them together, enjoying the slight abrasiveness between my palms, t-shirt, and hardening nipples. My fingers knead the flesh of my cleavage as my knees come back together to grind again. The movements of my knees and thighs grinding against one another only forces my growing wetness to be spread further up and down my lips, slowly staining my panty’s front. I can’t see my panty’s wet spot, but oh, I can feel it.
My feet push down into the mattress, my butt clenches, and I lift my ass into the air slightly. Gently pumping my hips up and down wishing I was pushing back against your cock instead of air. I stop and slowly grind my ass back down into my covers, letting my legs straighten and right hand wander down over my stomach and rest at the top of the elastic of my panties.
I run my middle three fingers under the elastic, lifting them up at the same time – letting my sticky panties detach from my skin. My wet panties cool, and when I relax my fingers, the chilled, wet fabric clings to my lips; only offering a second’s solace before becoming engulfed in heat again. My hand creeps into my panties completely, my hand now sandwiched between the soaked fabric resting atop my hand and the leaking pre-cum from my cunt against my warm palm. I grip my whole pussy under my hand and massage it, up and down. Kneading my mound, releasing my slick heat, and agitating my clit already. I’m grinding myself into my hand wishing it was against your mouth and tongue.
I’m breathing so deeply but can’t sigh or release a moan for my roommate is still sleeping. I remember the last time that you did that and I covered your face in my cum. At the memory, my middle finger sinks flat in between my lips; just resting and bathing in the wetness that I’ve already created by thinking about what you’ve done to me. My left hand goes up to my hair where I twist my fingers in the tresses and gently pull. Just the pad of my right, middle finger swishing back and forth against my inner lips already has me writhing in anticipation.
With that, I line up my finger and slowly sink it inside myself up to my knuckle; imagining it’s your cock going balls deep. I let out a deep breath that I sucked in. Of course I’ve masturbated countless times earlier in the year with my roommate sleeping, but tonight, with the culmination of everything, I realize it’s going to be a struggle to keep quiet. I’ve begun now and I can’t stop. You fucking me is on my mind and the only way to soothe my craving is to cum to my memories. The only way I can satiate my pussy until the next time you can be inside me, is cumming to the thought of being rammed, speared, and pounded by you.
My eyes snap open as I look over to my left to make sure she’s still sleeping… Satisfied with her breathing pattern, I begin to slide my longest finger in and out of my pussy slowly. Eyes closed again, regaling in the sensations. I’m so horny and wet, there aren’t even words to describe it. My left hand falls from my hair and moves down to my left ass cheek where I pull it away from my body, separating my lips in the process: feeling the split in my body feels so good. I hold my breath and push two fingers inside myself deep again, letting them sit before wiggling up then down; biting my lip to keep a moan inside my throat. You love it when I bite my lip. Every time you’re around me and I do, you don’t hesitate to stop and stare; sometimes going so far as to kiss me to make me stop the torturous lip tease. Thinking of this only makes me do it again with a wry smile playing over my lips.
My insides are twisting from feeling my own fingers swirl against my walls. I’m tight, there’s no way I could fit a third finger. I’m already on the verge of gasping from that single push inside with two fingers. I can’t get very good leverage to finger-fuck myself as fast as I need because my panties are still on. I so badly want to take them off but if she wakes up and flicks on her light, it’s all over. I can’t maneuver my fingers inside myself as quickly as I need, as fast as I know you would if you were here, because I know it’ll make a loud, sloshing, clapping sound every time my knuckles rejoin my entrance.
Soundlessly, I draw my fingers out of my creamy, young pussy; trailing them up to my hardened, throbbing clitoris. I start in deep slow circles, already feeling jolts of pleasure throughout my limbs and core. This isn’t going to take me long to cum but I know I’ll be shaking from the power when it’s over simply because you’re on my mind. The images of you grabbing my wrists and pinning them above my head while you thrust fast and shallow, then switching to long and completely deep pushes inside me while I writhe and scream underneath you… these are the pictures that I cum to.
I open then close my eyes and lick my lips again, starting to quietly pant. My hips are working in rhythm with my fingers. Every so often, I quickly thrash my middle and index fingers over my clit to edge me to orgasm. Then I slow down and go back to circling and varying pressure against my tightened, little nub.
I need more wetness, one more swipe to cum. I let my middle finger slide over every slippery part on the way down and dip back inside of me. I pull my lubed finger out and bring it back up to rejoin my index to finally make myself cum. I settle deeper into my sheets as I picture the memory where I was on top of you for the first time. I remember riding you and the feeling as my ass moved up and down, pulling your cock in and out of my pussy in the process. The images are so clear; I love reliving sex when I masturbate, especially when we’re the stars. I’m rubbing harder and faster now as I remember you yanking me down to your chest, wrapping your arms around my back, and pummeling my pussy with your cock while I talked low and filthy into your ear making us both cum at the same time. And when we cum together in my mind, I lose it in the present. My left hand extends upward and flattens against the wall behind me, my nails accidentally scraping against it, my jaw drops, eyes squeeze tightly closed, and my hips writhe and spasm while my thighs quickly open and shut on my still moving fingers.
My thighs are closed on my hand as I feel the pulses through my clit with the heavy and labored beating of my heart. My hips and thighs begin to tremble uncontrollably and I know I’ve made myself cum hard. As my orgasm subsides, my ankles flex and I curl my toes, making them crack. A sure sign that I’ve tensed, been filled with pleasure, and am releasing any pent up sensations. I soundlessly bring my fingers out of my panties, up to my nose inhaling so deeply that my lungs ache before I exhale. I inhale again, loving the scent. If only you were here to watch me slide my two fingers into my mouth and suck my cum off their length. Mmm, it smells like sex and tastes like candy.
Satisfied, I roll over onto my stomach, enjoying feeling my panties get wetter as my cum leaks down into them. I take a few deep breaths and soft, gentle moans not concerned with waking my roommate anymore. I can’t help but wonder if maybe you’re lying in bed, unable to sleep, thinking about me too…
Posted by citrussweet , Sat Jan 07, 2012 06:35 PM
You’re sound asleep when I wake up the next morning after a long, hot, dirty night of sex with you. We’re both completely naked as I lay there with my head and one arm thrown over your chest listening to your heartbeat. Slowly, I lift my head up and glance around the room, noticing the clothes strewn about the floor. As quietly and gently as possible, I remove myself from the warmth of your body and crawl out of bed.
I bend down and grab the first thing I see; your light blue button-down shirt that I ripped off your body in a haste to touch you last night. I stand there and absentmindedly button it up while watching your chest rise and fall. I quietly gather up the rest of our dirty clothes and carry them in my arms down the hallway to the laundry room. I set the dirty clothes on top of the washer and begin to sort them accordingly. I drop the whites into a hamper on the left side of the washing machine and begin to load the colors into the machine.
You woke minutes after you sensed I wasn’t in your arms and the warmth of my body wasn’t molded to yours anymore. You sat up in bed, noticed the clothes were gone and reached into your drawer for a clean pair of boxer briefs. You got out of bed and put them on, leaving the bedroom and following the humming of my voice down the hallway to the laundry room…
You enter in the doorway just as you see me drop the whites into the hamper and then you lean against the doorway to the laundry room; your arms folded over your defined chest and one foot crossed at the ankle over the other. You watch me step back, yank the washing machine door open, and bend down to load the colors into the machine; giving you a peek at my pristinely pink, shaven and slightly swollen pussy. Your breathing deepens as you stare at me in your shirt, bent over throwing clothes into the washer, your mind running wild. It’s almost like I know you’re there; but I don’t.
I straighten, close the washer’s door and open the dark, wooden cupboard above the washing machine where you keep the detergent and softener. I look my way up the shelves and realize that you’ve put the soap on the top shelf. I fully open the cupboard, place my left hand on the first shelf to brace myself, and go upon my tip toes to reach the box of detergent. I press my belly into the machine and lean slightly forward as I strain and reach for it, eventually grabbing for it. I let out a little squeak when I almost lose hold of the box, lower my heels to the floor and immediately clamp my hand over my mouth hoping I didn’t wake you. But I still have to get the softener.
You’re still standing in the doorway, doing everything in your power not to surge forward and grab ahold of me. You watch as I put my hand on the first shelf and raise myself on my tip toes again to reach for the handle on the softener bottle. You uncross your arms and ankles and adjust yourself as you view the tail of your light blue shirt rise all the way to the bottom of the small of my back; exposing my entire round, soft ass. You stare possessively at the slopes of my curves and the area where the cusp of my cheeks meet the lips of my puffy pussy and exposed opening.
I shut the cupboard and begin to lightly hum again as I pull open the soap dispenser drawer, measure the powdered detergent and add it into the allotted slot. I push the box aside and pick up the softener bottle, pouring the appropriate amount into the cap and then slowly drizzle it into the dispenser, staring off wishing you were awake as I watch the stream of softener. I sigh and continue to hum as I shake the cap then screw it back on the bottle. I start the washing machine on a high speed cotton cycle. I open the cupboard once again, lightly rise up on my toes, and put the softener and detergent on the middle shelf…
You can’t take anymore.
The second you see me start to close the cupboard; you stride forward and reach me in two steps. I let out an unexpected scream when I feel a body behind me, then I quickly realize it’s you. You push my body forward into the machine with yours, wrap your right arm tight around my ribs, and use your left hand to snare my face in your palm and turn my head sideways to meet your lips.
We begin to kiss hard and languid; my body molding backward into your chest. My right hand is gripping yours while you hold me flush against your chest, my nails lightly scraping over the skin on your forearms. My left arm reaches up behind me and my left hand toys and tugs at hair above the nape of your neck, holding your mouth to mine in a deep and solid kiss. You cup your hand on my face more firmly and run your tongue over my bottom lip, urging me to open up for your tongue. I want to hold back, to make you really want it, but I just can’t; I want it just as badly as you. I give in and part my lips, your tongue sweeps inside my mouth immediately which deepens the kiss more than I was expecting. Our mouths and hips are completely in unison as we begin to grind together and make out. Your pelvis is crushing into me, grinding me into the side of the washing machine.
You move your right hand up and cover my left breast with your big palm. Your fingers start to toy with my hard, aching nipple, making my back arch against you and my ass thrust back into your groin. You remove your left hand from my face and place it just below my ribs. When I feel your touch, my breathing gets deeper and labored. I feel your hand turn downward and start to migrate toward the top of my mound. You slip your hand between the machine and my body, then your entire hand over my pussy, cupping it hard in your palm and gently massaging in very small circles; your thin shirt the only barrier between the skin on your hand and the skin of my sensitive pussy.
I kiss you harder, with more urgency. You’re holding my pussy in your hand more firmly and begin to pull it back to meet your growing erection; holding my pussy back against you as we grind. You move your right hand over to my right nipple and remove your left hand from my crotch up to my left nipple; shoving my pelvis forward into the machine again with your growing cock. You’ve left me wet, wanting more and your shirt slightly stained in my slickness. I finally turn my head forward, breaking the kiss and heaving my chest against your hands. I look down and am completely entranced watching you roll my nipples with your fingertips through the shirt.
I reach behind me and clamp both of my hands over the middle of your thighs, gently squeezing and pulsing them while slowly moving upward to your waiting cock. You nudge my head to the right and take the chance to suck at the delicate skin of my neck and collarbone. Sucking harder and making my body squirm. I reach my left hand behind you to grip your ass while my right hand strokes down the length of your hard cock through your boxer briefs. You moan and lightly bite my neck and collarbone as you start to get rougher with my nipples. I start to grip your cock harder and stroke you deeper completely down the length from base to tip.
I’m egging you on, wanting you to push my limits more and more. You finally pinch and tug my nipples outward and I let out a guttural moan and drop my head back against your chest. My nails are digging into your ass and my hand is squeezing tightly, up and down around your dick. My eyes are closed as I moan, “Oh my god, mmm.” You slowly move your left arm down to my left thigh, feeling my smooth skin. I gasp when I feel your fingers touching my sensitive skin, snap my eyes open and look back at you still lightly grinding into me from behind; a dirty gleam in your eye.
You trail your short nails down the outside of my thigh and back up before grabbing ahold of the back of my thigh and pulling it out to the left, spreading my legs open for you. You snare your left hand around my thigh and quickly move it upward until your fingertips are sinking into my puffy lips full of my liquid sex. I’m staring at you and you’re staring back as your fingers probe into the wetness but not entering me. Gliding your fingers up and down my thick slit, over my clit and opening that’s dripping slickness; so wet from what you’ve been doing to me.
I’m still touching you, still stroking and pulling your length, hardening you more with every pass of my hand. You remove your left hand from the lips of my pussy and replace them with your right, pressing your left hand over my lower abdomen with just the right amount of pressure to make me squirm in anticipation. You lay your index and middle fingers flat over my lips, massaging in deep circles until the folds of my pink pussy cave inward and let your fingers into my soaked slit. You slowly roll your fingertips around from my clit to the base of my wet hole and pushing against me harder with each pass.
I lift your head off my neck and kiss you with all the passion you’ve built inside me. I can feel your cock throbbing against my ass and I can feel my clit as it throbs underneath your fingers. With every pass over my wet hole, you dip your middle finger in, going deeper each time. I place both my hands on the top of the washer as I take in the sensations of you toying and making my pussy yours. It’s then that I truly realize where we are. The heavy vibrations being emitted from the washing machine and migrating into my flesh, this has always been a fantasy of mine. Knowing that you’re going to fuck me and make it come true gets me wetter on the spot.
It’s almost as if you feel the extra gush of wetness that I’ve just made happen as you sink your entire middle finger inside me and groan into my ear. You pull your finger out of me and trail it back up to my clit; rubbing hard and fast and making me lean forward ever so slightly. You move it back down and push it back inside me with more force until your finger is completely sunken back inside. Repeating going up and harshly rubbing my clit again.
I notice more pressure on my clit then realize I’m feeling your index finger rubbing hard this time too, and I start to breath very heavy when I realize both of your fingers are moving downward toward my tight, little opening. You curl your fingertips without hesitation and push both of your curled fingers all the way in until you’re knuckles deep inside my soaking cunt. I let out a little scream as I feel your curled fingertips pass over my swollen G-spot; only more intensified since you’re pushing lightly on my abdomen. You start to thrust your fingers in and out, finger-fucking me until all I can do is hold myself up with my arms braced on top of the washing machine.
Abruptly, I turn around in your arms and crush my lips to yours in a deep sucking kiss. You moan into my mouth and grip my ass in both of your hands; I can feel your wet fingers against my ass. You grip my ass then yank me forward so I can truly feel how hard your cock is through your boxer briefs. Then you grab my ass even harder and lift me on top of the washing machine as we’re still kissing, leaving my legs hanging off as you step between my open thighs.
You rub your hands up my sides and over my ribs before stopping at rest at the top button of your shirt. I lean far back and rest my head against the cupboard all while giving you a smartass look, daring you to do it. You give me a smartass smirk right back and rip open your shirt covering my body. I smile at you and bite my lip as you look over my body with a hungry stare. You pick me up underneath my arms and move me farther back on the machine before dragging your fingers over my shoulders and down my arms, taking your shirt with you.
You throw the shirt into the hamper left of the washer and grab my face in another kiss. As you’re still feeding on my lips, you put both your hands behind my knees and pull my ass and pussy to the edge of the washing machine. You wrap your arms underneath and around my thighs before hunching down and looking up at me while you take a long lick from my hole to my clit. You thrash the tip of your tongue against my clit repeatedly before sucking it into your mouth; making my back arch and thrusting my pussy more in your face.
I reach down and spread my thick lips apart for you, you lean back to look at my spread pussy for just a moment before diving your pointed tongue straight into my soaking wet hole. I look down and see that I’m covering your tongue in my juice. I love it when you bury your face between my thighs. Your tongue reaches deeper and I can feel it pushing and squirming inside me. You drag your tongue back up to my clit and assault my aching, hard nub, making me groan. Over and over again you lick me up and down with your hot, soft tongue; feeling every inch of my cushy, supple lips and hard, beating clit.
You roll the tip of your tongue around my clit, teasing me for all I’m worth then flattening your tongue soft against me. I’m running my fingers through your hair, grabbing when you hit the right spot. I pull harder on your hair when I want you to suck and thrash at my pussy with the tip of your tongue hard and fast. My head is leaning back against the cupboard as I hold your head in between my clenching thighs.
I close my eyes for a second to relish in the sensations of your soft lips sucking, licking and nipping at my slightly swollen pussy from last night’s dirty fucking. You throw my left leg over your right shoulder to free up your arm and use your hand to plunge two fingers deep inside my hot, dripping wet cunt while you still suck my clit hard, just like I like it. My eyes fly open and my jaw drops as I tense up, shake then release a strangled moan from my throat. I’m feeling your fingers pushing deep into me and slowly pulling against my inside, rubbing the tips of your fingers along the top wall of my pussy. “Fuck baby, it’s so hot and wet inside you,” you mutter as your mouth is still clamped onto my clit.
Your tongue moves side to side now, rolling circles over my lips and lashes my pussy up and down while you’re still finger-fucking me deep until I’m clawing at the vibrating metal of the machine underneath me. I grip onto the machine with my right hand and start to tug my left nipple with my left hand. You stare up at me touching my nipples and you curl your fingers inside me, pulling firmly against my G-spot, moving faster and with more urgency to make me cum.
I can’t help but let go completely and moan as I feel your fingers fucking me harder than they ever have. I can hear the sloshing of your fingers as you dive in and out of my sweet, addictive wetness. I’m going to lose it, I’m so close to cumming and letting all of my cum explode on your fingers and tongue. “Babe, harder!! Ahhh, fuck yes!!” I scream and dig my left heel into your back as my cum floods over your tongue and fingers; I see it start to trickle down your wrist and forearm because you’ve gotten me so wet for you.
I say, “Kiss me,” and you stand up to your full height and press your lips against mine, pushing your tongue against mine so I can taste myself. You left no part of my pussy untouched by your mouth and I love licking and sucking it off your lips and tongue. While you’re kissing me, I surprise you and forcefully grab your cock through the fabric of your boxer briefs. You gasp and unlatch your lips from mine, placing your hands on the tops of my thighs. I pull your cock out of the gap in your boxers as you watch my hands work on your sensitive bare skin.
I pull the length of it straight away from your body toward my waiting pussy and demand, “I want this inside me now. I want you inside me now.” I pull your cock more forward with my right hand and guide it straight to my still oozing hole. You grab my wrist with your left hand and say, “Wait.” I start to let out a tortured groan when you scoop your hands under my thighs and yank my ass halfway off the washing machine sending me into a squeal. You cup your hands under my cheeks, leaving me halfway sitting on the washer, and say, “Ok, now.”
I bite my lip, grip the machine with my left hand to steady myself and grab your cock in my right hand again, pulling you toward me; I realize that we’re so much better aligned now. I drag your cock even closer and line the head of your leaking cock up with my hole. I pull you inside me a little farther just until I feel the head pop inside my pussy. I moan, “Mmm,” and look at you, noticing that you’re watching me with fire in your eyes. I can feel the tension in your cock as I grip you tight, knowing it’s taking all your self-control not to slam your cock inside my tight cunt and fill me up completely.
I urge you inside me a little farther until about one-third of your cock is pulsing deep against my swollen walls. I let go of your cock, place my right hand on your chest, lean forward and suck your left nipple. I bite down gently and tug; I feel your fingers dig into my ass and I know you’re at the end of your rope. Before I surrender control and to the thrusts I know you’re dying to give me, I let go of the machine and reach both my hands behind your back, grab your ass hard and pull your cock the rest of the way inside my young, little pussy.
When I feel the whole length of your cock inside me, I shudder. You take over and begin to slowly drag your cock out of my cunt and thrust it back in, hammering me harder with every push. I arch my back so the slope of the head of your cock rubs against my G-spot; I arch my neck and my head leans against the cupboard as your palms grope my ass. I’m leaning back with my elbows braced on the machine for support, laying my body out in full view for you. You’re pinning me between the vibrating machine and your body with your rock-solid, thick, perfect cock. I can’t help but shake and it turns both of us on more and more to watch my body lose control underneath the power of your sex.
You just keep thrusting into me again and again. Mmm, it’s exactly what I want. I’m so soaked for you; you slide in and out of my dripping cunt so easily. With no effort, you can feel the back of my pussy with the head of your massive dick. Thrusting into me again and again, with every shove of your cock inside me, I let out a little moan. I’m completely shaking; half from the sensations tearing through my body and the other half by way of the washing machine. My body is under yours, shaking and vibrating to the beat of your thrusts; you’re watching my body and the clapping ripple of my thighs slapping off your hips and the heavy bounce of my breasts.
I want more.
“Babe, I want you to fuck me from behind,” I say as I wrap my right hand over your ribs on the left side of your body. You stare at me with wider eyes and a heavy set jaw. You scoop my ass completely back on the machine and I feel your cock slip out of me from the height change. I lean forward, wrap my arms around your neck and my legs around your hips and draw you in for another kiss. You kiss me back hard and good, making me moan against your lips because you know I love to be kissed throughout. I love how you can be so rough and dirty with me then patient and tender the next, this is why I love making love with you.
I grab your shoulders in my hands and push you backward away from the washer. You watch meas I carefully turn over so my chest and belly rest flat atop the machine, my legs dangling off the edge. The top of my voluptuous mound is still on top of the washer, pushing hard into the warm, vibrating metal of the machine and it’s more intense than I thought; already starting to stimulate my aroused clit. I grip the top control bar of the washing machine, toss my hair and look back at you.
You’re looking at my body; the sloping and glowy blades of my shoulders, the dip in the small of my back, my perfectly round, soft ass pushing in the air for you and my spread, dimpled, creamy white thighs and calves draping off the washing machine. You rip your boxers down to your ankles and step out of them before you step forward and run your hands down my body from my shoulders to my ass where you gently pull me apart and open my lips with your fingers. We can only hear our breathing and the working machine; but I swear I can hear the lips of my swollen pussy separate as you part me with your fingertips.
You grip my left hip with your left hand and rub your cock up and down my just-fucked slit; teasing my clit and hole with the curves of your head, sliding and rubbing against my most sensitive parts again and again. I lift my ass in the air a little and you take advantage to run the length up my wet lips once again. One last pass across my aching clit and I feel the throb of your cock as you push into my cunt another time. I let out an exasperated groan as I feel whole with your cock inside me now.
You pull out of me and the tip of your cock rises just enough so that when you thrust into me again, you penetrate me so damn deep. You slide inside me slowly, pushing until you’re fully imbedded inside my wet pussy with your body pressed firmly against my plump ass. I can feel every delicious inch of your cock as you move in and out of my curvy body. With each thrust you make deep into my pussy, you hold for a second, letting me feel the pulse in your heavy cock. I swear that you can feel the vibrations from the machine, penetrating my skin and pussy, and wrapping and clamping around your cock from the inside of my body. When I feel your cock throb inside me, I voluntarily squeeze you too, coaxing you to become harder and buried deeper in my slippery cunt.
“Fuck me harder and faster, I’m not going to last babe,” I say. You wrap your hands underneath my thighs like you’re holding a wheelbarrow and give it to me. You start to speed up; with each thrust into me, you roll your hips up, pushing your cock as deep into me as you can and pull my body back hard against yours. Faster and faster your cock hammers in and out of me; I start to moan in utter pleasure. The mix of the vibrations on my hard nipples, my tight little clit and you fucking me fast; I’m going to cum and cover you cock with my cream soon.
I’m so wet that I can hear the slurp every time you pull out then pound back inside, the sounds alone get me so unbelievably horny. I’m gripping the top of the washer so hard while you rail into me that my knuckles are turning white. I’m squeezing my eyes shut from the pleasure mounting inside my body; then opening them, dropping my jaw and letting raw, guttural moans rip free from my throat because you feel better inside me every time you fuck me. You’re fucking me so hard and fast when I begin to cum again.
The pleasure is too much and it takes over. You can feel the gush of wetness as you feel me get so much slicker inside as I moan, “Oh god, yes. Mmmm, fuck yes. Oh my god, babe. Yes, I’m cumming! Oh my god, I’m cumming!!” You continue to rail your cock inside me as I cum, never letting up. You start to slow down thrusting as my orgasm subsides and you lean over my body, laying atop of me while I’m still on the cycling washing machine. You kiss my shoulders and suckle my skin while you’re still resting your cock inside me listening to my heavy breathing and soft, residual moans. I can feel the heavy throb of your cock and realize that you haven’t cum yet.
I push myself and you up when I straighten my arms off the washing machine. I push you back and off of me then slide off the washer. I turn around, put my hands on your shoulders and push you down to the floor, you go willingly and lay down on the cool tile. I stand over you, my feet straddled on the outside of your thighs. I look down at you; your hard body, your cock standing at attention and your face looking directly up at my naked body. You see my long legs, slightly reddened and swollen pussy, curvy hips, pert nipples, up into my chocolate brown eyes.
I immediately drop my pussy onto your cock after scanning your body; pushing myself deep down to your pelvis. I move my body back and forth on your cock so fast; grinding our mounds together as my ass pulls me harder down onto you. I circle, play and pinch your nipples as I’m grinding on top of you, teasing you before I make you cum. Your dick is fully wedged inside of me and I start to pump and pound my body down onto you. I use your chest for leverage as I start to ride you like a bronco. “Fuck baby, I was close before,” you groan. I smile wryly and continue to slam my cunt on your thick cock.
You grip your fingers into my hips and help me bounce up and down; your thumbs pushing against my hip bones as your fingers wrap around my soft lovehandles. Every time I smash down on your cock I start to squeeze my walls against you, milking your hot, creamy cum out of your dick. I want you to cum for me, “Cum for me babe, I want to feel it. I need you to cum inside me,” I say breathlessly as I ride you still. I know you’re close because you’re clenching your jaw and I can feel that you’re moving your legs behind me. It’s building inside you and you’re going to cum. Now.
You squeeze my right hip hard with your left hand and move your right hand up to my left shoulder and cement me to your cock. You thrust upward and push your cock as deep as you can inside of me as you pull me down hard to make you fully imbedded inside my cunt. We’re completely joined as one when you explode your thick, white cum deep into my pussy. You’re groaning and I’m biting my lip as I feel every shot of your hot cum erupting against my tender walls. I love feeling the hot rush of your cum inside while you shoot your load hard against my soft, swollen walls.
You look down at where we’re joined and thumb my clit. I gasp at how sensitive it is and my pussy clenches in reaction. This sends a small gush of your cum out of my pussy. You moan, “Mmm,” as you watch your cum slowly spill out of me and ooze over your mound and drip down over your balls. The washing machine buzzes and signals the end of the cycle. I look up and over at it then back down at you. I smile, lean down and kiss your lips, then your neck, then your chest. I swing my right leg off the ground and climb off your cock. I stand over you with my legs slightly spread. You still lay there as you watch more of your cum drizzle out of my hole and down my thigh.
You sit up and use your right hand to smear it across my thigh then lean forward and kiss the top of my slit, right below the top of my mound. I run my fingers through your hair and tip your head up to look at me. I look down, smile and say, “Want to help me with the laundry?” You say, “Sure baby, we’re just going to make it dirty again though,” and smile back. I stand back and let you stand up next to me. You grab my face and kiss me again, tenderly this time. “Mmm,” I mutter before saying, “You won’t hear me complaining about that, babe.”
Posted by citrussweet , Tue Aug 16, 2011 01:44 AM
I’m wearing a skintight, black and grey striped tube skirt and a bright red off-the-shoulder, loose fitted, flowing top. My hair is knotted in a bun on top of my head and whenever I turn my head, my dangly chandelier earrings graze against my creamy, porcelain neck. You unlace your fingers and wrap your left arm completely around me, snugly fitting it below my breasts. With your right hand, you trail it down to the high hem of my skirt and just barely slip your fingers under the hemline, rubbing your fingernails and knuckles against my freshly soft and shaven thighs.
I feel the cool, smooth rayon of your basketball shorts rub the backs of my knees as you dip down to whisper, “What are you wearing under your skirt?” into my ear. You can feel the rise and fall of my chest as I breath deeper, heaving my breasts against your left arm still hugging me tightly. You stand to your full height again and I can feel myself blushing. I stand up on my tiptoes, grazing my ass against your crotch in the process, turn my head toward your ear and say, “That’s for me to know and you to find out.” I feel your left hand flex and feel your fingers gently dig into the ribs on my right side.
We get up to the window and purchase our tickets. As you’re talking with the ticket master, I glance down and notice the contrast between your big Nikes bracing in my fire-red painted toes in black flip flops. Looking at you locking my legs between yours, I smile. You move out from behind me with both tickets in your hand and reach for my hand with your other. You walk me toward to door leading to the concessions and open it for me, letting me lead first. You follow behind me until we’re in the middle of the concession center and then you grab my hips and spin me to face you.
You trail both hands down my arms to my hands and pull my arms up to encircle your neck. We’re pressed chest to chest and you say, “Do you want some popcorn?” I look up and straight into your face. I shake my head and murmur, “No, all I want is you.” You give me a small smile, barely curling up your lips and give me a quick peck on my mouth tasting of strawberry Chapstick. I wink at you and walk toward the entrance to the theaters, pulling you behind me with my hand in yours.
You give the young, gruff teenager our tickets, he rips them and hands back our stubs. He points down the hall to his right and mumbles, “Theater 7, down the hall on the left.” I say, “Thanks” and you wrap an arm around my shoulder and pull me into the side of your chest. I circle my arms around your waist and we walk down the hallway to theater 7.
We walk inside the theater and the wall sconces and walkways are alight. We look around and the theater is practically empty with the exception of a man already passed out on the right side and a young couple appearing to be about seventeen sitting on the floor level below the screen deep in giggly conversation. Perfect.
You grab my hand and we walk up the stairs and sit on the left side at the very top of the theater. The lights dim down and the movie begins. I’m sitting to your left, one seat spacing me from the wall, and you’re sitting to my right. You nudge the armrest separating us upward with your left elbow and tug me over to lean on you. My knees are angling toward your legs and you’re holding me flush against you. We’re not sitting there for long before you start to massage your fingers from the nape of my neck to my bun and scraping them back down. I love the feeling and absentmindedly begin to play with the bottom hem of your shorts hovering just above your left knee while staring off at the screen.
I start to move my hand slowly up your thigh on the outside of your shorts, squeezing deep but gently as I creep upward toward your apex. My left hand is at the crest of your thigh; you palm and squeeze the nape of my neck hard enough to make me look at you. I look up at you and your eyes are on me, dark and intent. You say, “You’re playing with fire, honey.” I don’t even realize what you mean until I look down at your semi-hard tent in your shorts. Overwhelming desire surges through me and I lick my lips. I look back up into your face and say with certainty, “Burn me.” You cup my chin in your palm and tell me, “Be very careful what you ask for, baby.” I stare at you and retort, “I know what I want. Do something about it.”
You lean down and kiss my mouth without hesitation, fast and deep and hot. Sexual need and awareness pumps through me and I instantly part my lips for you. You splay one hand on the back of my head just below my topknot bun and haul me closer to you. I brace my hands on your chest and can feel your heart beating just as fast as mine. I’m so excited and thrilled to be doing this with you, here. We could get caught and that wild recklessness turns me on harder.
I let myself go and whimper into your mouth. In turn, you nip at my bottom lip then suck at it hard. I want more than this. I crave you. You firmly tilt my mouth up with your thumb and index finger, snaring me so you can thrust your tongue deeper into my mouth. You’re daring me to resist you and challenging me to deny what you know I want so desperately. You’re taunting me with your mouth, punishing me for provoking you.
I can’t take this anymore, you teasing me until I’m crazy. Without warning, I hook my left hand into you shorts and boxer briefs, stroking down the length of you cock. You jerk at the surprise feeling you weren’t expecting. You pull back and look into my face. I’m still holding your cock, gently touching. I pump my fist once then twice and squeeze my hand completely around your cock at the base. When you feel me squeeze you hard, you clamp your mouth down on my neck and suck. I feel you groan into my delicate skin as I continue to stroke you deep and hard and long. You stop for a second and say, “You smell so damn good, baby,” then continue to turn me on and suckle my skin.
I’m full on jerking your cock and you’re growing harder in my palm by the second. I love the feel of you sucking my neck and knowing that your mark is going to be on me. I tilt my head and say, “God, I’m so wet right now.” You unlatch from my neck and say, “Prove it.” I lean back over in my seat and straighten. Then I slowly slouch down in the chair and you watch me slide my skirt up to the very top of my thighs; almost high enough so that you can see what kind of panties I’m wearing but not quite.
I look at you to my right and see your breathing is so deep and your fists are balled up to keep from touching me. I wink at you and reach my right hand under the elastic of my panties and sweep my three middle fingers from my asshole up to my clit. I pull my hand out from my panties and show you my fingers. You can see them glistening and covered in my juices and wetness. Before you can react, I push your shoulders back into the seat with my left hand and go to kneel between your open thighs. I start to tug your shorts down but I can’t do it with just my left hand. I tell you, “Help me take these off.” You oblige and help me to push them down around your ankles. I run the nails of my left hand up your right thigh and lean over your almost hard cock. I look up at you and deeply lick my tongue from your balls to your tip while our eyes are still locked. My right hand is still covered in my slickness and I wrap it around your cock.
I spread my covered middle three fingers all over the length of your cock, making sure to put all my wetness on you, and then continue to pump your cock with my hand. I lean forward and suck just the head of your cockin between my kiss-swollen lips. I’m sucking the head of your cock in my mouth while my hand strokes the length of you. I love the taste of my pussy on your cock, the mixing concoction of precum in my mouth. The tip of your cock pops out of my mouth and I look up at you and quietly say, “God, you taste so fucking good.” You look down at me and breathe hard; I glance to my left and see you gripping your armrest with your right hand. I know you’re loving this, what I’m doing to you, how I can make you want me so damn fast.
I suck the head of your cock back into my mouth and suction again, swirling my tongue around the head of your cock; nearing closer to the eye with every sweep. I gently grab your balls in my left hand and push them upward toward your shaft; pushing you closer to climax. You let out a guttural moan and I quickly reach my left hand up to your mouth, place my index finger over your lips and whisper, “Shhh.”
I take my hand off your cock and lay it flat around the base of your cock and your pubic mound; holding your cock upright and straight. I place tiny little kisses all around your cock, sucking and nipping very, very gently against your sensitive and aware skin every once in a while. You keep shifting your feet and I know you’re getting restless. You propel your spine forward from the back of the chair and say harshly in to my ear, “I can’t take this anymore. I need to be inside you now, babe.”
I reach into the pocket of your shorts drooping around your ankles and yank out a condom. I rip the top off and roll it down the length of your rock solid and throbbing cock. I push your right armrest up and you hook your hands under my arms and pull me upward. You tug me forward until I’m straddling you, my knees and shins resting in the crook of space between the cinema chairs.
You grab my ass in both hands and push me so I’m sitting straight up. You then tug the hem of my skirt up to my belly button revealing my panties and urge my hips back down to straddle you like I was before. You rub your thumb down and up the length of my slit, spreading my already big wet spot even further on my panties. You’re looking at where you’re touching me andsay, “Purple silk.” I sigh, “Mhmm.” The smallest scrap of my thin, purple, silk thong is too much of a barrier between us. You push your thumb against my clit and my breath hitches. You do it again and I gasp deeply. I look at you and beg, “Please.”
You rub the head of your cock up and down the outside of my absolutely drenched panties and I squirm; you’re driving me completely crazy. You sweep my panties to the side of the thick lips of my pussy with your left hand and place your cock right at my opening. My tight, pink, dripping pussy that’s throbbing; I’m waiting for you to slide your cock against my inside.
I can’t wait anymore. I need to take control. I grab your shoulders with both hands and slowly sink my pussy down onto every inch of your thick, long cock. We both gasp at the snug fit of my pussy grabbing and clamping down around your cock. We’re both on the brink, this isn’t going to take long for us to cum together. I rise up on your cock then push back down – forcing your cock all the way deep inside me.
You grab my hips and dig your fingers in then yank down my blouse and strapless bra in one pull and latch your mouth onto one of my tight, pebbled and aching nipple. I moan as quietly as I can and pump on your cock a little faster, letting my ass tug my pussy up and down on your cock. I’m riding you and am pushing us so close to the edge. My hands are gripping the back of your chair behind your head now and you’re alternating your mouth between my nipples. Swirling, teasing, tantalizing then completely turning me into putty. I’m rolling my body over yours and we’re meeting each other thrust for thrust.
I arch my back and hold my face close to yours, I’m so fucking close, babe. I’m biting my lip to keep from completely screaming and moaning like I usually do. I sink my nails into your chest and scrape them down your abdomen. I let out a little moan and breathlessly say, “That’s right, make me cum!” You’re pumping into me faster and I shatter as quietly as I possibly can and you cum and explode your liquid heat inside me seconds later. I canfeel your cum oozing around your cock in the condom that’s sitting inside of me. This feeling is so erotic with you.
I’m still straddling you, we’re both panting as you’re still inside me; resting and catching our breath. Realizing what we’ve just done. We could have been caught in the theater. I lift my head from you shoulder where it’s laying and peek around. The teens in the front are kissing and the man is still passed out. I snicker and look back to your face. You look down at where we’re still joined, smile, and say, “Look at what we just did, baby.” I look down too and am still completely turned on and aroused beyond belief. “Mmm, I know. I want it again. In the car,” I reply.
I pull my shirt and bra back up over my breasts. You hold my hips, helping me, as I ease off your cock. I stand in front of you and fix my panties and skirt; trying not to look like I just got the wits fucked out ofme. I grab a tissue from my purse and help you remove the condom and clean you up. I crouch down and place my hands on your knees and kiss the very tip of your cock ever so lightly. I look up at your eyes burning into me and wink. Then I grab your shorts and boxer briefs and pull them up as far as they’ll go.
I reach down and grab my purse and stick out my hand. You take my hand and stand up next to me and pull up your shorts to your waist. You splay one hand on the small of my back and kiss me tenderly but with enough lingering passion to make me insane. I grab your hand again and start to walk down the cinema stairs with you following close behind me.
You squeeze my ass with your left hand and keep your hand confined to the contours of my ass as we continue to walk out of the theater. Feeling your hand on me so possessively makes me walk faster, wanting you more with every step. I just cannot get enough. You’re smiling knowing what you do to me and I’m dragging you behind me and out to the car for round two.
Posted by citrussweet , Sun Jul 24, 2011 09:11 PM
You snag a piece of my smooth hair between your fingers and begin to twirl it slightly. I’m watching you spin my hair around your fingers and wonder what else you can do with them. I look away and you turn my chin back to your face and trace your fingers along my jaw to the back of my neck, cupping my head in the base of your hand. You slowly pull me to you and lean your forehead against mine; then you say, “Let’s go.” I lick my lips and nod; we slide out of the leather booth with you holding my delicate wrist in your hand.
As we drive back to my place in silence, my hand sporadically squeezes your thigh; moving up half an inch every time I do. My head rocks across the headrest as you maneuver the car but my eyes stay focused on you. I rub my thighs together; your breathing quickens as you hear the rasp of my tight, dark jeans. I watch your Adam’s apple bob up, then down as you swallow harshly. We pull up to the curb and you turn off the engine. You lean back, turn your head, and look at me. I abruptly lean toward you and almost connect my lips with your ear. But instead, I whisper hotly, “Come with me.”
We climb out of the car and you briskly walk around to my side to meet me. Before I can close my door all the way, you spin me around and grab both of my hands in yours; interlocking our fingers tight. You back me against the car in a hurry and pin my hands to the back side-door windows. There’s no streetlamps on my road so it’s just us in the dim black. You bracket you thighs around both of mine, locking me in. You are staring deep and hard into my black-rimmed, dark brown eyes. My breathing quickens; I don’t know what you’re going to do. You look from my eyes to my cleavage being showed by a deep violet, silk blouse with a plunging neckline. You look back up at me and I watch as you lower your face to the dip between my breasts. Your tongue darts out and slicks between; tracing up to my collarbone and licking to my ear, stopping directly below my lobe. I’m covered in shivers and love being pinned so I can’t move. You’ve made my breasts feel heavy and my nipples pucker and ache. You whisper directly into my ear, “You wanna play games? Try to get me to kiss you.”
All of the sudden, you pull away, gently grabbing my wrist and leading me away from the car. I follow in your footsteps; you let me pass you at the base of the small set of stairs so I can go up and unlock my door. I walk slowly up the stairs and you place your left hand on my left hip, squeezing slightly. Your right hand draws an invisible line from my bare shoulder to my elbow. I keep walking to my door and stick the key in. I stop and take a deep breath, waiting. Once I feel your hot breath through my hair on the back of my neck, I turn the key and push my door open.
I set my black, leather purse on my couch, slightly bending over the back to drop it on the cushion. Your back is against my door as you watch me bend over the couch a little, now just leaning my hip against it. You’re waiting for me, and I am waiting for you. I’m going to get you to kiss me. But first I want you to follow me. I take a deep breath in and turn on the heel of my black, suede, peep-toe booties and you watch my back as I walk into my kitchen; listening to the click of my heels on the dark hardwood.
I open the door to my stainless steel refrigerator and stand in the doorway, letting the cold air rush all over my skin, making my nipples completely harden and cooling my sensitive skin. I roll my neck around and say, “Do you want some dessert?” I’m unaware that you’re behind me until I turn my head to walk back out to the living room and there you stand, looking down at me. I turn around completely and lean my ass against the shelves in the open refrigerator, letting shivers cover my spine. I repeat, “Do you want some dessert?” Your fingers are tapping against the side of your leg and you lean forward slightly and say, “Only if you make me.”
I slowly come forward from the refrigerator and shut the door behind me. We’re standing three feet apart from one another; I’m looking at you and I bite my full, lower lip. I continue to look into your eyes as I crouch down to my knees and slowly unzip the little side zipper on the inside of my left heeled, suede bootie. Our breathing and my zipper sliding down is the only sound in the room. I move to the right boot and do it again, my gaze never leaving your face. I stand up from my crouch and slowly slide my right foot out of my boot and set it on the floor between us. I do the same with my left foot and close the gap between our charged bodies.
I place both of my hands on your chest and begin to slowly walk you back to the wall opposite the refrigerator. I press my body into yours so that my hard nipples are pushing into your chest and our thighs are aligned. I place my hands on your shoulders and squeeze my fingers into your skin. I look up at you at smile then look down again. When I look back up to your face, your dark eyes are intently watching me. I purse my lips together and give a quiet moaning sigh while looking at your lips; pink and moistened from you licking them. I’m trying to get you to kiss me but you turn your face away from mine and look to the side.
I love that you’re teasing me but I’m also getting desperate to feel your mouth on mine and the rest of my body. I reach my hand up to the back of your neck and turn your head back to face me. I lift up slightly on my toes so that we’re almost eye to eye and press a light, barely there kiss to the corner of your mouth. Your arms are by your sides and you’re not giving in to me. I want you to angle your head and meet me halfway as you feed on my luscious lips begging to be kissed by you.
I drop back down to my feet, soles flat. I wiggle my arms around your back so that our bodies are one-hundred percent aligned together. I can feel that you’re erect and I know that you can feel how achingly hard my nipples are between the two thinned fabrics of our shirts. I lightly kiss the hollow in your neck between your neck and collarbone. Then slide my tongue over the sensitive patch, grazing the edge of my teeth against your neck.
I place a hand on each of your biceps and rub my hands down to yours where I grasp them both and place your hands in the small of my back. I can feel your fingers spreading and splaying wide over my silk covered back; your fingertips toying with the waistband of my jeans. I slide my body upward on yours so that I’m on tiptoes again and loosely link my arms around your neck. Since our height shifted, your hands are now grabbing my ass, one of my cheeks in each of your large hands. I move my face next to yours and take a hard, quick, wet suck of your earlobe into my mouth and whisper, “Please kiss me,” directly into your ear. I rock my hips into yours, against your growing groin, and softly say again, “Kiss me.”
So, would you kiss me?
Posted by citrussweet , Fri Jun 24, 2011 10:40 PM
You knock hard on the door and I know you’re ready from how hard you pound. I walk to the door and open it; I don’t even have the door fully open and you’re pushing inside and reaching for me. You grab the back of my neck with one hand and my ass with the other. You pull me hard to you and crash your mouth on mine. You pull me hard to your cock and rock me against it so I can feel how aroused and hard you are. I feel it and my skin becomes covered in shivers and I moan low against your mouth. I’ve been thinking about this all day long.
You start to walk me backward into the kitchen and trap my body between the countertop and you. The cake is behind me. I wrap my arms around your neck and try to get closer. You reach down and grab my ass in both of your hands and yank me upward, lifting me onto the counter. I gasp and squeal. You reach behind me and slide the cake off to the side. You look at it and ask, “Did you make this for me?” I nod my head, yes. You rumble, “Mmm.” You stick out your finger, and scrape a fingerful of icing off the cake and lick it off your finger as I watch you. My thighs squeezing tight around your waist in anticipation. I lean forward fast and kiss you – tasting your mouth mingled with the sweet icing. You pull back from my lips and get another fingerful of icing and spread it on my neck. Before I can do anything, you start to suck and nibble on my neck you've just sweetened. I gasp and moan at the sensations flowing through me.
I cross my ankles behind your back. "I love seeing you in my clothes, but I love stripping you out of them even more." With that, you slide your flannel shirt from my shoulders; skimming your fingertips down my arms. I raise my arms above my head and you grab the hem of my tank top and lift it off me.You start to kiss my mouth again, and reach behind me to unclasp my bra. My breasts spill out. You start to circle your hands closer to my nipples – massaging lightly and working me up. We’re kissing deep and slow.
Then you leave my mouth and kiss across my jaw, over the side of my neck, and to my ear. Your hands are getting closer and closer to my hard, tight, peaked, aching nipples. You suck right below my ear and I start to whimper and squirm against your touch. You put both of your index fingers and thumbs on each of my nipples very lightly. And then you squeeze and tug them at the same time you suck my earlobe into your mouth and lightly bite down. I go wild. You’re making me so wet and you know all of the places and what to do to make me want to scream. I barely have control. My back is arching and my hips are starting to pulse to get closer to you. I reach to the hem of your shirt and pull it off. I want to feel us chest to chest, skin to skin.
I pull you close with my heels as they’re digging into your ass. You lay me back down on the counter and follow me down with your mouth. You lift my hips up and strip off my pants, leaving only my lacy, purple thong remaining. You kiss your way from my feet, to my calves, stopping to suck at the back of my knees, to the tops of my thighs, then the insides, and finally stopping; hovering above my slit. You exhale hot breath out of your mouth and through the fabric of my panties as the heat surrounds my tight, wet, wanting pussy.
You can feel the heat radiating from me as you get closer and closer to my center. I moan as you suck my full pussy lips into your mouth through my panties. You start sucking lightly then add more pressure until my panties are so soaked with my wetness and your saliva that I beg you to strip them off. You look up at me as you slowly pull them down over the slopes of my thighs and I watch as they come off and fall to the ground.
You go at my pussy with no barrier now, and suck one of my smooth lips into your mouth. You slide your hand over my mound and use two fingers to spread me apart. Right away, you push your tensed, pointed tongue into my soaking wet pussy. I know you love the sounds I make and I moan even deeper. I know I’m getting you hard and throbbing and I’m loving every second of it.
You bury your face deep inside my cleft and start to speed up. My eyes are closed and I’m biting my lip to keep from screaming. You’re still spreading me open with your two fingers and you use your other hand to push two fingers deep inside and flick your tongue over my swollen, exposed clit. I’m getting drenched, my juices flowing out all over your mouth and fingers.
You pull your fingers out of my pussy and trace them around my nipples. I open my eyes and watch my wetness stick to my hard, aching nipples. You slide them up to my mouth and I suck them hard like I was sucking your cock. You’re watching me suckle your fingers, moaning against them. I look at you and push your head back down. I want more. I want you to make me cum this way before you fuck me.
You slide your two fingers back into me and pick up the pace, my juices sloshing deep inside and my muscles beginning to spasm. My pussy is completely covered in my slickness and your fingers are splitting me open even more. My entire body begins to shake and I’m going to fucking explode against your mouth.
You pull your fingers out of me and put a hand on the back of each of my knees and push saying, "Open your legs." "I can't," I cry out, "I can't." "Yes, you can; open for me, baby." I love the feeling of you holding me open and being on display for you. My pussy is swollen, and pink,and ready. You suck my clit hard as you continue to hold my legs. Sucking and pulling it away from my body, and going back for more.
Your tongue begins to explore my pussy like I’ve never had and you being to fuck me with your tongue. Your face is buried in my pussy. The sight of you loving me like this is going to make me lose it. My thighs are starting to tremble and fight against your hands. You’re tongue fucking me faster and deeper than I ever thought possible. I start to scream and my legs clamp down around your head, pulling you deeper as I cum. My cum floods your mouth and it flows down over my ass. I’m still cumming again as you don’t stop; you only move to my clit and suck hard as I spasm. My legs loosen from your head and they fall, dangling from the counter as you continue to suck and lick out all of my cum.
I reach down and grab the base of your neck and pull you up on top of me to kiss me. I need to taste myself from your mouth. My wetness and cum covering your lips as you feed on my mouth, our tongues intertwining, not being able to get close and deep enough. You’ve worked me up so much and I know you must be hard and throbbing. I want you to fuck me, I need you to fuck me.
I hear you unbuckling the belt to your jeans and the sound alone gets me even hotter. I know what’s coming. My feet are braced on the edge of the counter and I’m sitting up on my elbows, watching you. You’re staring into my eyes as you finish undoing your jeans and sliding them down your muscled legs. My mouth drops open from how massive your bulge is.
I sit up all the way, reach my hand down between us, and stroke my hand down the length of your hard cock through your boxers. I lean forward and suck your nipple and lightly bite down as I dip my hand inside your boxers and gently tug your balls down. You grit your teeth, groan, and say, “Stop or else I’m going to explode and I want to explode deep inside of you instead of your mouth.” I look at you and smile, “Mmm, okay.”
I lean back on my elbows again and plant my feet on the edge of the countertop; far apart so that my pussy lips are spread open for your cock to finally fuck me. You grab my right knee with your left hand and your cock with your right. I’m breathing deep and watching you as you line up your cock with my dripping cunt. You start to push forward, only a little, then pull back; the head not even going fully inside.
My chest is rising and falling hard as I squeeze my own nipples, sending little shock waves of pleasure straight to my clit. You start to push your cock forward again and the head is now inside of me, just sitting there. I’m waiting for you to move and stroke your cock inside me. I’m biting my lip and looking at you; you look up at me with a grin on your face and now I realize you’re waiting for me to beg for it. You know how much I love to be teased.
“Oh my fucking god, babe, come on! You know how much I want this, how much I need your cock. Just do it, please fuck me! Fill me up. I want to scream for you and cum around your cock then feel you explode everything inside of me until I can’t take anymore. Mmm, please give it to me, make me cum, I want it so bad! I can't take it!"
And with that, you completely thrust all of your cock into me. You’re up to the hilt, I swear I can feel you bumping against the back of my pussy against my cervix. You brace your other hand on my other knee and my elbows slide out from under me as my shoulder blades hit the countertop. You’re fucking me completely, going all the way into me until our pubic bones are aligned and we’re joined as hard as we can be. I can hear our bodies slapping together and begin to scream.
You push my knees open and upward, splitting me open even further making the inside of my pussy so much more sensitive to the thrusts from your cock. The angle is hitting my g-spot and I’m going to cum again soon. I reach up and grab your shoulders, digging my nails into your skin and raking them down your arms. My fingers interlace with yours atop my knees as we both hold me open as far as I can be spread.
The bare head of your cock is rubbing my g-spot with every stroke of your cock and I begin to shake and tremble. I let go of your fingers and grab the edge of the countertop for stability as I scream out. My hips begin to rise off the counter and I start to writhe away because the sensations are too much. You reach down, grab my hips, and slam me back down to the counter where you say, “No. You’re not going anywhere.” I love it when you take control and talk to me just like that.
You continue to fuck me, gliding over my g-spot again and again until you know I’m going over the edge. You glide your hand down my stomach and start to push and gyrate your thumb so fast on my clit. Rubbing hard and circling to no end. I’m cumming so fucking hard for you; with you still thrusting deep as I contract around you. Arching, and screaming, and pulsing, and my cum is coating your cock. I can feel how slick we are and my orgasm is so strong.
I know you’re holding back and don’t want to cum yet. I’m gasping and panting as my head rolls from side to side. Still shaking and spasming from my orgasm. Your cock is sitting inside me, still so fucking rock hard. I can feel the beat and pulse of your cock inside of me as you let me catch my breath. You lean over me and scoop your arms underneath my shoulders and begin to suck and bite the base of my neck. I love getting hickeys from you all over my body. They drive me wild.
You know exactly what I like, especially when you whisper and speak into my ear. You lick up my neck, suck my earlobe until I’m moaning and say, “You ready to cum again, baby? You ready for me to cum inside you?” I let out a small whimper and say, “Yes, babe, I need to feel you. Fuck me, again.”
You start to move. You thrust inside just enough to make me yelp. I’m so swollen but want it so much, still. You stand up again and look down at me sprawled out over the counter. You pull your cock out slowly all the way, then slide it back in. You pull it out again, grab your shaft in your hand, and push the head of your rock hard cock on my clit; sliding it back and forth across my tight, tender bud making me moan deep. You push the head of your cock up and down over my drenched opening; applying loads of pressure and making me whimper.
Without warning, you slam your cock back inside me where I’m so tight that it’s a snug fit around your throbbing cock. We both moan and cry out from how tightly I’m gripping you, squeezing, milking your cum out and stroking from the inside. You slide your hands from my hips to my thighs and pull my thighs around your waist. You reach under my arms and say, “Come here,” as you pull me upward.
I loop my arms around your neck, and tilt my head to kiss your mouth. Your hands glide down my back and scoop under my round ass, lifting me off the counter. I scream a little and giggle as you carry me across the room and smash me against the refrigerator. I stop giggling and look at you deep in the eyes. You pull my arms from around your neck and interlace both of my hand’s fingers with yours. You lock me against the refrigerator with your arms and body as you start to move again. You start kiss me deep and slow, our tongues intertwining. My fingers are gripping against your hands and my toes are curling into your back.
You let my left hand go and wrap your right arm around my back as your thrusts get stronger and you continue to pummel your cock into my pussy. Completely drilling me. You slide my arm up the refrigerator, above my head and our fingers are still locked. You’re driving into me with your cock so fucking deep, babe. I’m pinned to the refrigerator by every part of you. I need us to cum together and I need to feel you fill me up.
You’re still kissing me deep and hard but I turn my head and say, “Come on, babe, cum with me. You’re gonna make me cum again. Cum for me, deep inside me. Make me feel it. Mmm, please.” You groan and throw your head back. I love watching the muscles in your neck tense and how I can make you so close to cumming with just my words.
Your thick cock is stroking against my walls so hard and deep, I’m gonna cum. I can feel it, “Oh, fuck, you're gonna make me cum! I’m cumming!! Oh my Goood!!!” I’m squeezing and clamping down on your cock from the inside so fucking hard and tight. Pulsing and contracting my pussy around your huge, veiny cock. You let go and yell, “Babe, I’m cumming!! God, you're so fucking tight!”
You shoot your cum load deep inside of me so hard. It’s so built up and so large that I can feel your cum ricochet off the back of my pussy and swirl around your cock while you’re still gently pushing deep. I know that when you pull out of me, our combined cum is going to spill out in waves. You stop and we’re both panting and gasping for breath. You lean your forehead to mine and gently kiss me.
My back is sticking to the refrigerator but you wrap both arms around me and pull me away. You drop to your knees with me still clinging to you and lay me down on the kitchen floor. We’re looking at each other and then our eyes go to my pussy...where you’re still inside me.
You slowly pull your cock out, my pussy swollen and dark pink from our fucking. You watch as the mix of our cum spills out of my pussy and down the crack of my ass – I can feel our hot, combined cum trailing down my skin. We both give a little moan; yours from the sight of me and mine from the feeling of our cum trickling over my sensitized skin. I contract my pussy on command more cum spills out. You’re watching my hips as the shake uncontrollably against the kitchen floor.
You put your hand out and cup my mound, gently playing with my clit. I arch my neck and back and look at you; finding you with a smirk on your face. I smile and laugh as I know we still have a hot, sexy, slow night of sex to come and I know there is nothing I’d rather be doing than cumming and being with you.
Posted by citrussweet , Mon Jan 24, 2011 03:58 AM
You can’t touch me yet. You watch me kneel in front of you and start to kiss the inside of your thighs as my hands and fingernails run up the outside of your legs, up your stomach and chest. My fingernails trace around your nipples. I stand up and lean over you and begin to suck on your earlobes and pinch your sides. You grab my hips and dig your fingers into me, hard. You want me so bad, babe. I love it. I grab your biceps, move lower, and get back down on my knees in front of you. I scrape my nails up your calves and behind your knees. You get goose bumps and are begging for me to touch you, suck you. You’re so ready and so aroused and hard for me already – I’m getting so wet watching you want me. I grab your knees and pull them farther apart, pulling you farther down on the couch, and move in closer to you.
I grab the base of your hard cock in my hand and squeeze it all the way from base to tip and back down again. You inhale hard from the feeling of my soft hands all over your body. Wanting you how you want me. I hold the head in between my fingers and pull one of your balls into my mouth and suck. I feel you getting massive and stiffer in my hand. I slide your ball out of my mouth and run my tongue up along every vein and bulge in your hard cock. My tongue reaches the hard and slippery tip. I grip your base in my left hand and look up at you into your eyes. You’re staring back at me knowing what I’m going to do next.
I swirl my tongue around the head, avoiding the tip - first gently, then a little harder. I kiss it and suck the tip into my mouth. It feels so good against my lips. Your cock was made for my mouth, babe. I love it, I can’t get enough. You reach down and push my head farther down on your dick so that my lips are halfway down and around your shaft. You’re already in my throat and you’re only halfway there. You’re so huge, baby. I love it, I have to have more of you.
I pull you out of my mouth and I can feel your cock throbbing in my hands. While I’m teasing you and stroking your dick, I stick out my tongue out and suddenly take you all the way deep into my throat so that my lips are up against your base and my hands are gently teasing your balls. Pushing them together, then holding and tickling the seam between my fingers. As your cock is in my mouth and throat, I moan in pleasure and you feel the vibrations through your entire cock. I give you a deep hummer. Your legs start to tense up. I want to feel your hot, thick, creamy cum explode into the back of my mouth and slide down my throat and down into my stomach.
I slowly start to pull you out of my throat inch by inch, while squeezing my lips tight together on the way off your cock. The pressure I’m giving you is unbelievable, babe. You can feel every bulge in your cock amplified my the pursing of my lips. I stop at the head and arch my neck back, your hard tip pops out of my mouth. I look up at you and your head is pressed into the back of the couch and you’re gripping the couch-back. You’re curling your toes and tensing your thighs. I take the head back into my mouth and suck it hard. You gasp as I softly run my nails up the underside of your shaft. You’re getting me so hot. Watching you only makes me want you more.
I start to pull you out some but I stop and my tongue starts to stroke your f-spot. It feels so good babe, I can feel your thighs start to tense and shake – you grab the arm of the couch, breath heavy and grit your teeth. I pull your head all the way out and flick my tongue fast over you f-spot. I hold your cock and begin to stroke it up and down, slowly then faster; and faster; and faster. I lick you over and over and squeeze you in my hands. Just one more time to push you to the limit. I know one more thing that’s going to push you over the edge. I can make you cum and explode in my mouth. I can’t wait. I have to taste you.
I press my finger into your f-spot and then gently tug your balls down with my other hand. I’m still sucking at your head and plugging your hole with my tongue. You groan, squeeze your eyes closed, your entire body tenses and shakes as you explode in my mouth and fill me with your cum. Ah, it tastes sooo fucking good, baby. You stare down at me swallowing your juicy cum and licking my lips. I still want more of you; all of you.
You’re starting to get soft but I pull you into my mouth once again. You slide so easily back into my mouth and I loosely move my head from side to side with you inside my mouth. I have to get you hard again so you can be inside me. I need you inside me: right now. I stroke long and hard up your shaft then do quick kisses all around your hot cock. Fuck, I want you so bad, baby. I feel you start to stiffen in my mouth again. I reach up and pinch your side to stimulate the rest of your body. Your nipples are hard like mine and your eyes are heavy-lidded.
You want me just as much as I want you to fuck me long and hard until I'm sore and can't walk the next day. I need you to fuck me so that I can still feel the ghost of your thrusting cock in my pussy tomorrow. I can feel you imagining what you’re going to do to me. I grab your dick and pull hard and fast until you’re rigid and can’t take it anymore.
You lift me up by my arms and sit me down on your lap, but you don’t get inside me yet. You're teasing my clit and hole with the hard, slippery head of your huge cock. I start to moan and whimper and beg for you to fuck me. Then you pick me up under my arms and flip me so I’m lying flat on my back and you’re hovering over me. I can't wait to feel your huge cock pumping and pounding inside of me until we're both cumming all over each other.
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