You’ve always been one to push my boundaries, Brian. And I love you for it.
We’re at your place, the blinds drawn, the room bathed in the warm glow of fairy lights. I’m perched on the edge of your bed, my heart pounding in my chest as I wait for you to make your move. I can feel the heat radiating from my pussy, my body already slick with anticipation.
“Take off your clothes,” you command, your voice low and husky. I don’t hesitate, my fingers trembling as I undo the buttons of my blouse, my breasts spilling out as I slip it off my shoulders. I wriggle out of my skirt, my thighs rubbing together as I kick it aside. I’m left standing in just my lacy lingerie, my nipples hard and aching beneath the sheer fabric.
“All of it,” you growl, and I comply, my cheeks flushed as I slip off my bra and panties, leaving me completely exposed. I feel vulnerable, but also incredibly turned on. There’s something thrilling about being naked and at your mercy.
You approach me slowly, your eyes raking over my body as you take in every inch of me. I can feel your gaze on my breasts, my nipples hardening even more under your scrutiny. I bite my lip as you reach out, your fingers tracing a path down my stomach, stopping just short of my pussy.
“You’re so wet,” you murmur, your breath hot against my skin. I moan as you slip a finger inside me, my walls clenching around you as you begin to move it in and out. I’m already on the brink, my body tensing as you add a second finger, curling them up to hit that spot inside me that drives me wild.
“Please,” I beg, my voice barely above a whisper. I need more, I need you.
“Please what?” you ask, your voice teasing.
“Fuck me,” I gasp, my hips bucking against your hand. “Please, Brian, I need you inside me.”
You grin, a wicked glint in your eye. “Begging already? I haven’t even started yet.”
You pull your fingers out of me, leaving me feeling empty and wanting. I whimper as you stand up, my eyes following your movements as you undress. You’re already hard, your dick straining against your boxers. I lick my lips as you slip them off, my mouth watering at the sight of you.
You climb onto the bed, your body hovering over mine. I can feel your heat, your breath hot against my skin. I moan as you kiss me, your tongue exploring my mouth as your hands roam over my body. I can feel your dick pressing against my stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum as you move.
“Do you want this?” you ask, your voice low and seductive.
“Yes,” I gasp, my hips grinding against you. “Please, Brian, I need it.”
You smirk, your hand wrapping around your dick as you guide it to my entrance. I moan as you push inside me, my walls stretching to accommodate you. You fill me up, your dick hitting all the right spots as you begin to move.
You fuck me hard and fast, your hips slapping against mine as you piston in and out of me. I can feel myself building, my body tensing as I get closer and closer to the edge.
“Come for me, Sarah,” you command, your voice strained.
I do as I’m told, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I scream your name, my pussy clenching around you as I come hard. You follow soon after, your dick twitching inside me as you fill me up with your cum.
We collapse onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. I can feel your dick still inside me, the sensation making me shiver.
“Fuck, that was good,” you murmur, your head resting on my chest.
“Yeah, it was,” I agree, a lazy smile on my face.
We lay there for a while, our bodies entwined as we come down from our high. I can feel your dick softening inside me, but I don’t want to move. I want to stay like this forever, our bodies connected as we bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
But all good things must come to an end, and eventually, you slip out of me, leaving me feeling empty once again.
“I’ll be right back,” you say, your voice soft.
I watch as you get up, my eyes following your every movement as you walk towards the bathroom. I can feel my pussy clenching again, my body already craving more.
But for now, I’ll settle for the memory of our hot, passionate secret sex. And the knowledge that there will always be more where that came from.
You’ve always been one to push my boundaries, Brian. And I love you for it.
We’re at your place, the blinds drawn, the room bathed in the warm glow of fairy lights. I’m perched on the edge of your bed, my heart pounding in my chest as I wait for you to make your move. I can feel the heat radiating from my pussy, my body already slick with anticipation.
“Take off your clothes,” you command, your voice low and husky. I don’t hesitate, my fingers trembling as I undo the buttons of my blouse, my breasts spilling out as I slip it off my shoulders. I wriggle out of my skirt, my thighs rubbing together as I kick it aside. I’m left standing in just my lacy lingerie, my nipples hard and aching beneath the sheer fabric.
“All of it,” you growl, and I comply, my cheeks flushed as I slip off my bra and panties, leaving me completely exposed. I feel vulnerable, but also incredibly turned on. There’s something thrilling about being naked and at your mercy.
You approach me slowly, your eyes raking over my body as you take in every inch of me. I can feel your gaze on my breasts, my nipples hardening even more under your scrutiny. I bite my lip as you reach out, your fingers tracing a path down my stomach, stopping just short of my pussy.
“You’re so wet,” you murmur, your breath hot against my skin. I moan as you slip a finger inside me, my walls clenching around you as you begin to move it in and out. I’m already on the brink, my body tensing as you add a second finger, curling them up to hit that spot inside me that drives me wild.
“Please,” I beg, my voice barely above a whisper. I need more, I need you.
“Please what?” you ask, your voice teasing.
“Fuck me,” I gasp, my hips bucking against your hand. “Please, Brian, I need you inside me.”
You grin, a wicked glint in your eye. “Begging already? I haven’t even started yet.”
You pull your fingers out of me, leaving me feeling empty and wanting. I whimper as you stand up, my eyes following your movements as you undress. You’re already hard, your dick straining against your boxers. I lick my lips as you slip them off, my mouth watering at the sight of you.
You climb onto the bed, your body hovering over mine. I can feel your heat, your breath hot against my skin. I moan as you kiss me, your tongue exploring my mouth as your hands roam over my body. I can feel your dick pressing against my stomach, leaving a trail of pre-cum as you move.
“Do you want this?” you ask, your voice low and seductive.
“Yes,” I gasp, my hips grinding against you. “Please, Brian, I need it.”
You smirk, your hand wrapping around your dick as you guide it to my entrance. I moan as you push inside me, my walls stretching to accommodate you. You fill me up, your dick hitting all the right spots as you begin to move.
You fuck me hard and fast, your hips slapping against mine as you piston in and out of me. I can feel myself building, my body tensing as I get closer and closer to the edge.
“Come for me, Sarah,” you command, your voice strained.
I do as I’m told, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. I scream your name, my pussy clenching around you as I come hard. You follow soon after, your dick twitching inside me as you fill me up with your cum.
We collapse onto the bed, our bodies slick with sweat and cum. I can feel your dick still inside me, the sensation making me shiver.
“Fuck, that was good,” you murmur, your head resting on my chest.
“Yeah, it was,” I agree, a lazy smile on my face.
We lay there for a while, our bodies entwined as we come down from our high. I can feel your dick softening inside me, but I don’t want to move. I want to stay like this forever, our bodies connected as we bask in the afterglow of our lovemaking.
But all good things must come to an end, and eventually, you slip out of me, leaving me feeling empty once again.
“I’ll be right back,” you say, your voice soft.
I watch as you get up, my eyes following your every movement as you walk towards the bathroom. I can feel my pussy clenching again, my body already craving more.
But for now, I’ll settle for the memory of our hot, passionate secret sex. And the knowledge that there will always be more where that came from.
