I can feel your heart pounding against my chest as I press my body against yours, Keith. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I can taste the desire on your lips, the anticipation of what’s to come.
I pull away, my hands running down your chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath your shirt. I can see the lust in your eyes, the hunger for what I’m about to give you. I smile, my fingers tracing the outline of your hardening cock through your pants.
“You want this, don’t you?” I whisper, my voice husky with desire. “You want me to take control, to dominate you.”
You nod, your eyes never leaving mine. I can see the submission in your gaze, the acceptance of your role in our little game. I smirk, my hands moving to the buckle of your belt.
“Good,” I purr, pulling your belt free and tossing it aside. “Because I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be begging for more.”
Your pants drop to the floor, revealing your throbbing cock. I lick my lips, my eyes never leaving your manhood. I can see the pre-cum glistening on the tip, a testament to your desire. I kneel before you, my hands gripping your firm ass.
“I’m going to make you scream my name,” I promise, my tongue flicking out to taste your salty pre-cum. You groan, your hands tangling in my hair as I take your cock into my mouth.
I suck you hard, my tongue swirling around your shaft. I can feel you growing harder in my mouth, your groans becoming more desperate. I pull away, a wicked grin on my face.
“But not yet,” I tease, standing up and pushing you onto the bed. I straddle your hips, my hands running up your chest. “First, I want you to taste me.”
I grind my pussy against your cock, feeling it slide between my wet folds. You groan, your hands gripping my hips as I ride you. I can feel your cock throbbing against my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
“Fuck, Francine,” you gasp, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I smirk, reaching behind me to grab the strap-on I’d hidden under the pillow. I hold it up, the dildo glistening with lube. Your eyes widen, your breath hitching in your throat.
“You ready for this?” I ask, my voice low and husky. You nod, your eyes never leaving the dildo. I smirk, positioning it at your entrance. “Good.”
I thrust into you, burying the dildo deep inside your ass. You cry out, your back arching off the bed. I can feel your ass clenching around the dildo, trying to adjust to the intrusion. I pause, letting you get used to the feeling.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice soft. You nod, your eyes meeting mine. I can see the desire in your gaze, the need for more. I smile, starting to move again.
I thrust into you, each movement sending waves of pleasure through my body. I can feel your cock throbbing against my stomach, your groans becoming more desperate. I lean down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.
“You like that?” I whisper, my lips brushing against yours. “You like getting fucked in the ass?”
“Yes,” you gasp, your hands gripping my hips. “Fuck, yes.”
I smirk, picking up the pace. I can feel your ass clenching around the dildo, your cock throbbing against my stomach. I can tell you’re close, your groans becoming more desperate.
“Come for me,” I command, my voice low and husky. “I want to feel you come.”
You cry out, your cock throbbing as you come. I can feel your cum coating my stomach, your ass clenching around the dildo. I thrust into you one last time, burying the dildo deep inside your ass.
I collapse on top of you, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I can feel your heart pounding against my chest, your breath hot against my neck. I smile, my fingers tracing circles on your chest.
“You did good,” I whisper, my lips brushing against your ear. “Real good.”
You smile, your eyes meeting mine. I can see the satisfaction in your gaze, the knowledge that you’ve pleased me. I smirk, my fingers tracing the outline of your softening cock.
“Now,” I purr, my voice low and husky. “Who’s up for round two?”
I can feel your heart pounding against my chest as I press my body against yours, Keith. Our lips meet in a passionate kiss, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths. I can taste the desire on your lips, the anticipation of what’s to come.
I pull away, my hands running down your chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath your shirt. I can see the lust in your eyes, the hunger for what I’m about to give you. I smile, my fingers tracing the outline of your hardening cock through your pants.
“You want this, don’t you?” I whisper, my voice husky with desire. “You want me to take control, to dominate you.”
You nod, your eyes never leaving mine. I can see the submission in your gaze, the acceptance of your role in our little game. I smirk, my hands moving to the buckle of your belt.
“Good,” I purr, pulling your belt free and tossing it aside. “Because I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’ll be begging for more.”
Your pants drop to the floor, revealing your throbbing cock. I lick my lips, my eyes never leaving your manhood. I can see the pre-cum glistening on the tip, a testament to your desire. I kneel before you, my hands gripping your firm ass.
“I’m going to make you scream my name,” I promise, my tongue flicking out to taste your salty pre-cum. You groan, your hands tangling in my hair as I take your cock into my mouth.
I suck you hard, my tongue swirling around your shaft. I can feel you growing harder in my mouth, your groans becoming more desperate. I pull away, a wicked grin on my face.
“But not yet,” I tease, standing up and pushing you onto the bed. I straddle your hips, my hands running up your chest. “First, I want you to taste me.”
I grind my pussy against your cock, feeling it slide between my wet folds. You groan, your hands gripping my hips as I ride you. I can feel your cock throbbing against my clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body.
“Fuck, Francine,” you gasp, your eyes rolling back in pleasure. “You’re so fucking wet.”
I smirk, reaching behind me to grab the strap-on I’d hidden under the pillow. I hold it up, the dildo glistening with lube. Your eyes widen, your breath hitching in your throat.
“You ready for this?” I ask, my voice low and husky. You nod, your eyes never leaving the dildo. I smirk, positioning it at your entrance. “Good.”
I thrust into you, burying the dildo deep inside your ass. You cry out, your back arching off the bed. I can feel your ass clenching around the dildo, trying to adjust to the intrusion. I pause, letting you get used to the feeling.
“You okay?” I ask, my voice soft. You nod, your eyes meeting mine. I can see the desire in your gaze, the need for more. I smile, starting to move again.
I thrust into you, each movement sending waves of pleasure through my body. I can feel your cock throbbing against my stomach, your groans becoming more desperate. I lean down, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss.
“You like that?” I whisper, my lips brushing against yours. “You like getting fucked in the ass?”
“Yes,” you gasp, your hands gripping my hips. “Fuck, yes.”
I smirk, picking up the pace. I can feel your ass clenching around the dildo, your cock throbbing against my stomach. I can tell you’re close, your groans becoming more desperate.
“Come for me,” I command, my voice low and husky. “I want to feel you come.”
You cry out, your cock throbbing as you come. I can feel your cum coating my stomach, your ass clenching around the dildo. I thrust into you one last time, burying the dildo deep inside your ass.
I collapse on top of you, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I can feel your heart pounding against my chest, your breath hot against my neck. I smile, my fingers tracing circles on your chest.
“You did good,” I whisper, my lips brushing against your ear. “Real good.”
You smile, your eyes meeting mine. I can see the satisfaction in your gaze, the knowledge that you’ve pleased me. I smirk, my fingers tracing the outline of your softening cock.
“Now,” I purr, my voice low and husky. “Who’s up for round two?”
