You can’t keep your hands off me as we stumble through the front door, kicking off our shoes and shedding layers of clothing as we make our way to the bedroom. Your lips are on mine, hot and demanding, as our tongues dance together in a primal mating ritual. I can feel the hard length of your cock pressing against my thigh, and I know that it’s time to indulge in our favorite kink.
“Fuck, I need you inside me,” I moan, my voice husky with desire. I push you back onto the bed and climb on top of you, straddling your hips as I grind my pussy against your dick. I can feel the heat and wetness spreading between my legs, and I know that you can too.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Amanda,” you growl, your hands gripping my hips as you thrust up into me. I gasp at the feeling of your cock pressing against my ass, and I know that we’re both thinking the same thing.
“I want you to fuck me like this, David,” I whisper, my voice full of need. “I want to feel you inside me, filling me up and making me yours.”
You don’t need any more encouragement than that. You reach for the drawer of the bedside table, pulling out the strap-on harness and cock that we’ve used so many times before. I watch as you slip the harness around your waist, adjusting it so that it fits just right. Then you slide the cock through the O-ring, securing it in place.
I can feel my pussy clenching with anticipation as I watch you, my eyes locked on the hard length of the cock that’s now just inches from my body. I spread my legs wider, inviting you to take me, to claim me in the way that only you can.
You don’t make me wait. You move between my legs, your hands gripping my thighs as you guide the cock to my entrance. I moan as I feel the head of the cock press against me, sliding inside me with a slick ease that makes me shiver with pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I gasp, my hands gripping the sheets as you begin to thrust into me. Each stroke is slow and deliberate, filling me up completely before pulling almost all the way out, only to plunge back in again.
“You like that, don’t you, Amanda?” you growl, your hips pistoning faster as you fuck me harder. “You like feeling my cock inside you, making you mine?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” I cry out, my voice rising with each thrust. “I love it, David. I love feeling you inside me, taking me like this.”
The room is filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the slap of your hips against my ass. I can feel the pleasure building inside me, coiling in my belly like a livewire. I know that I’m close, so close to the edge that I can taste it.
“I’m going to come, David,” I gasp, my fingers digging into the sheets as I feel the orgasm rushing towards me. “I’m going to come so hard for you.”
“Do it, Amanda,” you command, your voice rough with need. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you come apart around my cock.”
With a final thrust, I tip over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I cry out, my voice echoing through the room as I convulse around you, my pussy milking your cock as you continue to thrust into me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” you groan, your hips stuttering as you reach your own climax. I can feel the warmth of your cum filling the condom, and I know that we’ve both found our release.
We collapse onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I curl up against you, my head resting on your chest as I listen to the steady beat of your heart.
“That was amazing,” I whisper, my fingers tracing patterns on your chest.
“It always is with you,” you reply, your hand coming up to cup my cheek.
And as we lay there, wrapped up in each other’s arms, I know that this is where I belong. With you, and only you. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
You can’t keep your hands off me as we stumble through the front door, kicking off our shoes and shedding layers of clothing as we make our way to the bedroom. Your lips are on mine, hot and demanding, as our tongues dance together in a primal mating ritual. I can feel the hard length of your cock pressing against my thigh, and I know that it’s time to indulge in our favorite kink.
“Fuck, I need you inside me,” I moan, my voice husky with desire. I push you back onto the bed and climb on top of you, straddling your hips as I grind my pussy against your dick. I can feel the heat and wetness spreading between my legs, and I know that you can too.
“You’re so fucking wet for me, Amanda,” you growl, your hands gripping my hips as you thrust up into me. I gasp at the feeling of your cock pressing against my ass, and I know that we’re both thinking the same thing.
“I want you to fuck me like this, David,” I whisper, my voice full of need. “I want to feel you inside me, filling me up and making me yours.”
You don’t need any more encouragement than that. You reach for the drawer of the bedside table, pulling out the strap-on harness and cock that we’ve used so many times before. I watch as you slip the harness around your waist, adjusting it so that it fits just right. Then you slide the cock through the O-ring, securing it in place.
I can feel my pussy clenching with anticipation as I watch you, my eyes locked on the hard length of the cock that’s now just inches from my body. I spread my legs wider, inviting you to take me, to claim me in the way that only you can.
You don’t make me wait. You move between my legs, your hands gripping my thighs as you guide the cock to my entrance. I moan as I feel the head of the cock press against me, sliding inside me with a slick ease that makes me shiver with pleasure.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I gasp, my hands gripping the sheets as you begin to thrust into me. Each stroke is slow and deliberate, filling me up completely before pulling almost all the way out, only to plunge back in again.
“You like that, don’t you, Amanda?” you growl, your hips pistoning faster as you fuck me harder. “You like feeling my cock inside you, making you mine?”
“Yes, yes, yes!” I cry out, my voice rising with each thrust. “I love it, David. I love feeling you inside me, taking me like this.”
The room is filled with the sounds of our heavy breathing and the slap of your hips against my ass. I can feel the pleasure building inside me, coiling in my belly like a livewire. I know that I’m close, so close to the edge that I can taste it.
“I’m going to come, David,” I gasp, my fingers digging into the sheets as I feel the orgasm rushing towards me. “I’m going to come so hard for you.”
“Do it, Amanda,” you command, your voice rough with need. “Come for me, baby. Let me feel you come apart around my cock.”
With a final thrust, I tip over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I cry out, my voice echoing through the room as I convulse around you, my pussy milking your cock as you continue to thrust into me.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” you groan, your hips stuttering as you reach your own climax. I can feel the warmth of your cum filling the condom, and I know that we’ve both found our release.
We collapse onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and our breaths coming in ragged gasps. I curl up against you, my head resting on your chest as I listen to the steady beat of your heart.
“That was amazing,” I whisper, my fingers tracing patterns on your chest.
“It always is with you,” you reply, your hand coming up to cup my cheek.
And as we lay there, wrapped up in each other’s arms, I know that this is where I belong. With you, and only you. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
