I giggled as I pulled the frilly dress over my head, feeling the soft fabric brush against my skin. I looked in the mirror and saw the innocent girl looking back at me, her eyes wide and eager. I knew Art loved this side of me, the playful, carefree Demi that let him take control.
I heard him enter the room, his footsteps heavy on the hardwood floor. I turned around and saw him standing there, his eyes filled with desire. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, but I could see the bulge in his pants, growing larger by the second.
“Come here, little one,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I walked towards him, my heart pounding in my chest.
He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close, his lips crashing against mine. I could feel his tongue exploring my mouth, his hands roaming my body. I moaned softly, feeling myself getting wetter by the second.
He pulled away and looked at me, his eyes dark with lust. “Take off your panties,” he ordered. I bit my lip and slowly slid them down my legs, feeling the cool air against my bare skin.
He picked me up and carried me over to the bed, laying me down gently. He pulled off his shirt and jeans, revealing his muscular body and rock-hard cock. I licked my lips, eager to taste him.
He climbed on top of me, his cock pressing against my entrance. I could feel him teasing me, rubbing himself against my clit. I moaned and arched my back, wanting more.
“Please,” I begged, “I need you inside me.”
He smiled and slowly pushed himself inside me, filling me up completely. I gasped at the sensation, feeling my pussy stretch to accommodate him. He started to move, his thrusts slow and deep. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer.
“Fuck me, Art,” I moaned, “make me yours.”
He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my orgasm building inside me. He reached down and started to rub my clit, sending me over the edge.
I cried out as I came, my pussy clenching around his cock. He groaned and thrust harder, chasing his own release. I felt him explode inside me, filling me up with his hot cum.
He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing heavily. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, his cock still buried inside me.
“That was amazing,” I said, my voice breathless.
He smiled and kissed me softly. “You’re amazing,” he said, “and I can’t wait to do it again.”
I giggled and kissed him back, feeling happier than I had in a long time. I knew that Art and I had a special connection, one that went beyond just sex. But damn, did we have some great sex.
I rolled over and looked at him, my eyes sparkling with mischief. “Race you to the shower?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
He grinned and jumped out of bed, his cock still hard and ready for more. I followed him, feeling alive and excited for whatever was to come.
We stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading down our bodies. I reached for the soap and started to lather up Art’s chest, my hands exploring every inch of him. He groaned and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation.
I moved down to his cock, taking it in my hand and stroking it slowly. He opened his eyes and looked at me, his gaze filled with desire.
“I want you again,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
I smiled and dropped to my knees, taking him in my mouth. I sucked him hard and fast, my tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. He groaned and tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding me as I took him deeper.
I could feel him getting closer to the edge, his cock twitching in my mouth. I sucked harder, wanting to taste him again. He cried out and came, his hot cum filling my mouth.
I swallowed every last drop and stood up, smiling at him. He pulled me close and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth.
“You’re incredible,” he said, his voice filled with awe.
I blushed and kissed him back, feeling happier than I ever had before. I knew that Art and I had a special connection, one that went beyond just sex. But damn, did we have some great sex.
We stepped out of the shower and dried off, our bodies still humming with desire. We climbed back into bed and snuggled close, our limbs tangled together.
“I love you,” Art whispered, his voice soft and tender.
I smiled and kissed him, feeling happier than I ever had before. I knew that Art and I had a special connection, one that went beyond just sex. But damn, did we have some great sex.
I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, knowing that tomorrow would bring even more adventures. And I couldn’t wait to see what they would be.
I giggled as I pulled the frilly dress over my head, feeling the soft fabric brush against my skin. I looked in the mirror and saw the innocent girl looking back at me, her eyes wide and eager. I knew Art loved this side of me, the playful, carefree Demi that let him take control.
I heard him enter the room, his footsteps heavy on the hardwood floor. I turned around and saw him standing there, his eyes filled with desire. He was wearing a simple white t-shirt and jeans, but I could see the bulge in his pants, growing larger by the second.
“Come here, little one,” he said, his voice deep and commanding. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I walked towards him, my heart pounding in my chest.
He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close, his lips crashing against mine. I could feel his tongue exploring my mouth, his hands roaming my body. I moaned softly, feeling myself getting wetter by the second.
He pulled away and looked at me, his eyes dark with lust. “Take off your panties,” he ordered. I bit my lip and slowly slid them down my legs, feeling the cool air against my bare skin.
He picked me up and carried me over to the bed, laying me down gently. He pulled off his shirt and jeans, revealing his muscular body and rock-hard cock. I licked my lips, eager to taste him.
He climbed on top of me, his cock pressing against my entrance. I could feel him teasing me, rubbing himself against my clit. I moaned and arched my back, wanting more.
“Please,” I begged, “I need you inside me.”
He smiled and slowly pushed himself inside me, filling me up completely. I gasped at the sensation, feeling my pussy stretch to accommodate him. He started to move, his thrusts slow and deep. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer.
“Fuck me, Art,” I moaned, “make me yours.”
He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming harder and faster. I could feel myself getting closer to the edge, my orgasm building inside me. He reached down and started to rub my clit, sending me over the edge.
I cried out as I came, my pussy clenching around his cock. He groaned and thrust harder, chasing his own release. I felt him explode inside me, filling me up with his hot cum.
He collapsed on top of me, both of us breathing heavily. I could feel his heart pounding against my chest, his cock still buried inside me.
“That was amazing,” I said, my voice breathless.
He smiled and kissed me softly. “You’re amazing,” he said, “and I can’t wait to do it again.”
I giggled and kissed him back, feeling happier than I had in a long time. I knew that Art and I had a special connection, one that went beyond just sex. But damn, did we have some great sex.
I rolled over and looked at him, my eyes sparkling with mischief. “Race you to the shower?” I asked, already knowing the answer.
He grinned and jumped out of bed, his cock still hard and ready for more. I followed him, feeling alive and excited for whatever was to come.
We stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading down our bodies. I reached for the soap and started to lather up Art’s chest, my hands exploring every inch of him. He groaned and closed his eyes, enjoying the sensation.
I moved down to his cock, taking it in my hand and stroking it slowly. He opened his eyes and looked at me, his gaze filled with desire.
“I want you again,” he said, his voice thick with lust.
I smiled and dropped to my knees, taking him in my mouth. I sucked him hard and fast, my tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. He groaned and tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding me as I took him deeper.
I could feel him getting closer to the edge, his cock twitching in my mouth. I sucked harder, wanting to taste him again. He cried out and came, his hot cum filling my mouth.
I swallowed every last drop and stood up, smiling at him. He pulled me close and kissed me, his tongue exploring my mouth.
“You’re incredible,” he said, his voice filled with awe.
I blushed and kissed him back, feeling happier than I ever had before. I knew that Art and I had a special connection, one that went beyond just sex. But damn, did we have some great sex.
We stepped out of the shower and dried off, our bodies still humming with desire. We climbed back into bed and snuggled close, our limbs tangled together.
“I love you,” Art whispered, his voice soft and tender.
I smiled and kissed him, feeling happier than I ever had before. I knew that Art and I had a special connection, one that went beyond just sex. But damn, did we have some great sex.
I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, knowing that tomorrow would bring even more adventures. And I couldn’t wait to see what they would be.
