I, Jasmine, couldn’t keep my hands off of you, Kent, as I led you towards our bedroom. Our pegging kink had become our favorite pastime, and I was eager to indulge in it again. My heart raced with excitement as I watched your eyes light up with anticipation.
“You look fucking delicious,” I said, running my hands over your toned chest.
You smirked, reaching out to grip my ass tightly. “And you’re always ready to take charge, aren’t you?”
I grinned, pushing you onto the bed. “Damn right I am. You know you love it.”
As you stripped down to nothing but your boxers, I couldn’t help but stare at your growing bulge. I licked my lips, hungry for what was to come.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I commanded, my voice husky with desire.
You obliged, your dick straining against the fabric of your boxers. I reached out, running my fingers over the material, feeling your length twitch beneath my touch.
“Fuck, Jasmine,” you moaned, your head falling forward.
I smirked, pulling your boxers down to reveal your hard cock. I wrapped my hand around your length, stroking you slowly as I leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“You’re mine tonight, Kent. And I’m going to make you scream my name.”
I reached for the strap-on I had laid out on the bed, sliding it on as I watched you watch me. Your eyes were glazed over with lust, and I knew you were ready for me.
I positioned myself behind you, running the tip of the strap-on over your tight hole. You moaned, pushing back against me, begging for more.
“Please, Jasmine,” you begged, your voice strained.
I smirked, sliding the strap-on inside of you slowly. You gasped, your body tensing as I filled you up.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I moaned, starting to move my hips against you.
You gripped the sheets, your knuckles turning white as I picked up the pace. I reached around, gripping your dick in my hand and stroking you in time with my thrusts.
“Oh, fuck, Jasmine,” you moaned, your body trembling beneath me.
I leaned down, my breath hot against your ear. “Come for me, Kent. I want to feel you explode.”
With a final thrust, you came hard, your body shaking as you cried out my name. I followed shortly after, my own orgasm ripping through me as I collapsed onto your back.
We lay there, panting and sweaty, our bodies spent. I ran my fingers over your chest, feeling your heart race beneath my touch.
“You’re amazing,” you said, your voice soft.
I grinned, kissing your shoulder. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
As we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our passionate lovemaking, I couldn’t help but feel grateful. Grateful for the trust and communication that allowed us to explore our kinks and desires together. Grateful for the love and passion that we shared.
And as I drifted off to sleep, wrapped in your arms, I knew that I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I, Jasmine, couldn’t keep my hands off of you, Kent, as I led you towards our bedroom. Our pegging kink had become our favorite pastime, and I was eager to indulge in it again. My heart raced with excitement as I watched your eyes light up with anticipation.
“You look fucking delicious,” I said, running my hands over your toned chest.
You smirked, reaching out to grip my ass tightly. “And you’re always ready to take charge, aren’t you?”
I grinned, pushing you onto the bed. “Damn right I am. You know you love it.”
As you stripped down to nothing but your boxers, I couldn’t help but stare at your growing bulge. I licked my lips, hungry for what was to come.
“Get on your hands and knees,” I commanded, my voice husky with desire.
You obliged, your dick straining against the fabric of your boxers. I reached out, running my fingers over the material, feeling your length twitch beneath my touch.
“Fuck, Jasmine,” you moaned, your head falling forward.
I smirked, pulling your boxers down to reveal your hard cock. I wrapped my hand around your length, stroking you slowly as I leaned down to whisper in your ear.
“You’re mine tonight, Kent. And I’m going to make you scream my name.”
I reached for the strap-on I had laid out on the bed, sliding it on as I watched you watch me. Your eyes were glazed over with lust, and I knew you were ready for me.
I positioned myself behind you, running the tip of the strap-on over your tight hole. You moaned, pushing back against me, begging for more.
“Please, Jasmine,” you begged, your voice strained.
I smirked, sliding the strap-on inside of you slowly. You gasped, your body tensing as I filled you up.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I moaned, starting to move my hips against you.
You gripped the sheets, your knuckles turning white as I picked up the pace. I reached around, gripping your dick in my hand and stroking you in time with my thrusts.
“Oh, fuck, Jasmine,” you moaned, your body trembling beneath me.
I leaned down, my breath hot against your ear. “Come for me, Kent. I want to feel you explode.”
With a final thrust, you came hard, your body shaking as you cried out my name. I followed shortly after, my own orgasm ripping through me as I collapsed onto your back.
We lay there, panting and sweaty, our bodies spent. I ran my fingers over your chest, feeling your heart race beneath my touch.
“You’re amazing,” you said, your voice soft.
I grinned, kissing your shoulder. “You’re not so bad yourself.”
As we lay there, basking in the afterglow of our passionate lovemaking, I couldn’t help but feel grateful. Grateful for the trust and communication that allowed us to explore our kinks and desires together. Grateful for the love and passion that we shared.
And as I drifted off to sleep, wrapped in your arms, I knew that I wouldn’t have it any other way.
