You pace restlessly in our dimly lit bedroom, the anticipation of what’s to come making your heart race. I can see the hunger in your eyes as you watch me strip, revealing my black lace lingerie that I know you love. I walk over to you, my hips swaying seductively, and I run my fingers through your hair. “You ready for me, baby?” I ask, my voice husky with desire.
You nod, your hands already reaching for the buttons on your jeans. I stop you, a wicked smile playing on my lips. “Not yet,” I say, my fingers tracing a path down your chest. “Let me do the honors.”
I undress you slowly, savoring every inch of your toned body. I can feel your cock twitching in anticipation as I free it from your boxers, and I can’t help but wrap my fingers around it, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Mmm, someone’s excited,” I murmur, my thumb rubbing circles over the tip of your dick.
I push you back onto the bed, climbing on top of you. I can feel your cock pressing against my pussy, begging to be inside me. But I have other plans. I reach for the strap-on lying on the nightstand, sliding it on and adjusting it to fit me perfectly.
You watch me with wide eyes, your breath hitching as you take in the sight of me, now equipped with a cock of my own. “Fuck, Grace,” you breathe, your hands reaching out to touch me.
I swat your hands away, a playful smirk on my face. “Not yet,” I repeat, my voice taking on a more dominant tone. “I’m in charge now.”
I position myself over your dick, slowly lowering myself down onto it. I let out a low moan as I take you all in, my pussy clenching around you. I start to ride you, my hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. I can feel your hands on my hips, guiding me, but I’m the one in control.
I lean down, my lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. Our tongues dance together as our bodies move in sync, the pleasure building between us. “Fuck, Joel, you feel so good,” I moan into your mouth.
You thrust up into me, meeting my movements with your own. “Fuck, Grace, you’re so fucking hot,” you groan, your fingers digging into my hips.
I break the kiss, sitting up and reaching behind me to grab the strap-on. I start to fuck you with it, my hips moving faster as I pound into you. You let out a low moan, your head thrown back in pleasure. “Yes, fuck, just like that,” you beg, your hands gripping the sheets.
I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, my pussy clenching around your dick as I fuck you harder. “I’m close, Joel,” I pant, my breaths coming in short gasps.
“Me too, fuck, me too,” you groan, your hips meeting mine in a desperate rhythm.
I can feel myself starting to fall over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I let out a low moan, my pussy clenching around you as I come. “Yes, fuck, yes,” I cry out, my body trembling with pleasure.
You follow me over the edge, your cock twitching inside me as you come. “Fuck, Grace, fuck,” you groan, your body shuddering with pleasure.
I collapse onto you, our bodies slick with sweat as we catch our breath. I trace patterns on your chest, my fingers brushing against your nipples. “That was amazing,” I murmur, my voice soft and sated.
You wrap your arms around me, pulling me closer. “Fuck, yes it was,” you agree, your voice hoarse from our lovemaking.
We lay there, our bodies entwined, as our breathing slows and our heart rates return to normal. I trace patterns on your chest, my mind already thinking about the next time we’ll explore our pegging kink.
But for now, we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our passionate lovemaking. “I love you, Joel,” I murmur, my fingers still tracing patterns on your chest.
“I love you too, Grace,” you reply, your arms tightening around me. And I know, in that moment, that our love is strong enough to withstand any kink we throw at it.
You pace restlessly in our dimly lit bedroom, the anticipation of what’s to come making your heart race. I can see the hunger in your eyes as you watch me strip, revealing my black lace lingerie that I know you love. I walk over to you, my hips swaying seductively, and I run my fingers through your hair. “You ready for me, baby?” I ask, my voice husky with desire.
You nod, your hands already reaching for the buttons on your jeans. I stop you, a wicked smile playing on my lips. “Not yet,” I say, my fingers tracing a path down your chest. “Let me do the honors.”
I undress you slowly, savoring every inch of your toned body. I can feel your cock twitching in anticipation as I free it from your boxers, and I can’t help but wrap my fingers around it, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Mmm, someone’s excited,” I murmur, my thumb rubbing circles over the tip of your dick.
I push you back onto the bed, climbing on top of you. I can feel your cock pressing against my pussy, begging to be inside me. But I have other plans. I reach for the strap-on lying on the nightstand, sliding it on and adjusting it to fit me perfectly.
You watch me with wide eyes, your breath hitching as you take in the sight of me, now equipped with a cock of my own. “Fuck, Grace,” you breathe, your hands reaching out to touch me.
I swat your hands away, a playful smirk on my face. “Not yet,” I repeat, my voice taking on a more dominant tone. “I’m in charge now.”
I position myself over your dick, slowly lowering myself down onto it. I let out a low moan as I take you all in, my pussy clenching around you. I start to ride you, my hips moving in a slow, steady rhythm. I can feel your hands on my hips, guiding me, but I’m the one in control.
I lean down, my lips finding yours in a passionate kiss. Our tongues dance together as our bodies move in sync, the pleasure building between us. “Fuck, Joel, you feel so good,” I moan into your mouth.
You thrust up into me, meeting my movements with your own. “Fuck, Grace, you’re so fucking hot,” you groan, your fingers digging into my hips.
I break the kiss, sitting up and reaching behind me to grab the strap-on. I start to fuck you with it, my hips moving faster as I pound into you. You let out a low moan, your head thrown back in pleasure. “Yes, fuck, just like that,” you beg, your hands gripping the sheets.
I can feel myself getting closer to the edge, my pussy clenching around your dick as I fuck you harder. “I’m close, Joel,” I pant, my breaths coming in short gasps.
“Me too, fuck, me too,” you groan, your hips meeting mine in a desperate rhythm.
I can feel myself starting to fall over the edge, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I let out a low moan, my pussy clenching around you as I come. “Yes, fuck, yes,” I cry out, my body trembling with pleasure.
You follow me over the edge, your cock twitching inside me as you come. “Fuck, Grace, fuck,” you groan, your body shuddering with pleasure.
I collapse onto you, our bodies slick with sweat as we catch our breath. I trace patterns on your chest, my fingers brushing against your nipples. “That was amazing,” I murmur, my voice soft and sated.
You wrap your arms around me, pulling me closer. “Fuck, yes it was,” you agree, your voice hoarse from our lovemaking.
We lay there, our bodies entwined, as our breathing slows and our heart rates return to normal. I trace patterns on your chest, my mind already thinking about the next time we’ll explore our pegging kink.
But for now, we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our passionate lovemaking. “I love you, Joel,” I murmur, my fingers still tracing patterns on your chest.
“I love you too, Grace,” you reply, your arms tightening around me. And I know, in that moment, that our love is strong enough to withstand any kink we throw at it.
