Lying on the bed, Amanda was barely conscious. Her muscles ached and her mind was still spinning. Behind her, the soft, soothing rhythm of the shower hushed its way into the master bedroom, a mix of raindrops and thick splashes. As the sun crested over the horizon, morning burst through the window, pulling her out of her deep, deep sleep.
Amanda slowly became aware of her body. She was face down, a pillow tucked under her arms. Her thin, black lace panties–an anniversary gift from her husband–were the only thing covering her body. She felt someone behind her. He pulled her panties to the side.
“Oh baby,” Amanda moaned. “Please, I need some rest,” she pleaded into the pillow. But his hands roamed all over her ass and his fingers slid easily into her wet, open pussy. “Ooohh,” she moaned as he fingered her. “Aren’t you satisfied yet?” she asked with a chuckle.
They had been at it all night. She was impressed with his stamina, but then again, he was almost 15 years younger than her and almost 20 years younger than her husband…the only man she had been with for over a decade.
She felt him kneel behind her, straddling her ass. Amanda prepared herself, but was pleasantly surprised at how easily he slipped inside her. Still in a daze, she wondered if she had grown accustomed to his girth. He felt so much smaller than she remembered. Then she felt his thrusts, more frantic and desperate than before. Amanda turned her head to look behind her.
“Oh, hey honey,” she said to her husband. Now the sensation of a thinner, shorter cock made sense to her. “He fucked me sooo good last night,” she purred, egging him on.
Her husband’s face was red and covered in sweat. He furiously drove into her, angrily pulling her hips towards him. He couldn’t hope to reach as far inside her as her lover had, but she let him think he could.
“Oh baby, that feels soo good,” she lied. “Mmm, you’re gonna make me cum, baby,” she said, trying to sound sincere.
After a few more futile strokes, he grunted loudly and shot his load inside of his wife. He was still panting and shaking when the deep, booming voice spoke from behind him
“Do you mind if I…,” Amanda’s lover asked, pointing at her wet pussy. His naked muscles glistened from the shower and his massive, white cock hung loosely in front of him. “One more for the road?” he asked, moving her husband aside. Amanda wiggled her ass enticingly.
He rubbed his hardening cock across her freshly basted pussy. He was hard again in no time, dragging his monster cock across her pussy lips, teasing her. Amanda moaned in anticipation, rocking back and forth anxiously. When he eased his cock inside of her, she gripped the mattress tightly, biting it to stifle her scream.
“That’s more like it,” she told herself as the massive cock filled every inch of her.
Julie had given up her young career to be a housewife. She did a fantastic job taking care of the house, but despite her always upbeat attitude, her husband Brian could tell his wife was starting to get bored and frustrated. When Amy, one of Julie’s, old work colleagues was sent on a long-term assignment overseas, Brian had an idea.
He suggested that his wife take some time away from her daily grind and apartment sit for Amy in the city. Julie was a little worried about, but Brian convinced her by saying that she could always come back whenever she wanted. “It’s your little sabbatical away from home,” Brian told her.
The first week, Julie spent almost as much time at home as in Amy’s apartment. She went back on Sunday night and things started changing. “I think I might stay the whole week,” she texted her husband late Sunday night. “There’s a morning drawing class I signed up for–maybe take up my art again. Is that okay?”
“That’s great,” Brian encouraged her. “You don’t need my permission for anything,” he reminded her. “Just pretend I’m a friend,” he suggested.
The next few days, Julie joked about texting her “friend,” telling her husband how her classes were going and how she was enjoying her “freedom” in the city. Towards the end of the week, though, her texts were a little more terse. Brian didn’t pressure her, but finally, late Saturday morning, he was rewarded.
“I sort of met someone,” she texted hesitantly. She paced, waiting to see what her husband would say, and how far he would let her “sabbatical” go.
“That’s great,” he wrote. Julie started to panic, wondering if her husband had misunderstood her. She was about to text something more explicit, but stopped when she saw he was typing again. “Is he hot? Tell me all about him.”
Julie described the young man she met at the art class who happened to live in the same building where Julie was apartment sitting. She didn’t know it, but her husband was at home, jerking off to her description of who she had met and what they had done.
“So you’re not jealous?” Julie asked at the end of the conversation.
“Why would I be? We’re just friends,” Brian responded with a wink, wiping the cum from his fingers after typing. “So where did you leave it? Are you going to see him again?”
“Kind of,” Julie said. “We had dinner last night…” she was wondering if she was ruining her marriage.
“Wow! Great. Did you guys kiss?” Brian asked, wondering if “make out” was too high school. “Are you going to see him again?“
“Yes…and…” Julie sent the text, nervously wondering if she should type more. “,,,he hasn’t left yet.”
Julie waited anxiously for her husband’s response. “That’s so fucking hot,” he replied. “Tell me everything. And send me pictures,” he asked.
“This is what I’m wearing,” she sent a photo of her in a silk robe half opened. “He’s in the shower, but I can take pictures when he comes back to bed,” she promised. “He’s REALLY big. God, it felt so good inside me!”
They didn’t care if they were late for their shifts - they earned more in my room in one night than in a whole week delivering food, changing sheets or checking in guests…
It was the morning after. His eyes slowly opened as the light began to leak through the blinds and creep across the floor toward the bed, she was still caught up in his arms. They were both lying on their sides, her head resting on his right bicep. She stirred as he caressed the contours of her body, his hand moved slowly from the small of her back over her plump round ass.
She rolled onto her back, still immersed in sleep, purring. His cock throbbed as her lips parted slightly and he climbed onto his knees, straddled her face and let his balls rest gently on her forehead. A glistening bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip of his dick, catching a glimmer of light as the blinds cast a two toned shadow across her face and breasts. Her eyes fluttered open and her eyes brightened as they adjusted to the soft radiance of the morning sun and focused on his thickness dangling just inches above her face.
“Good morning, Jackie.”
She smiled as she licked the saline nectar that was beginning to flow from the ample, round head of his cock.
“Mmmm, hi David!”, she whispered as she tasted his silky cum.
Her mouth was watering and the warm wetness between her legs caused her to squirm as he leaned forward slightly, resting his palms on either side of her soft, succulent body. His shaft brushed lightly against the tip of her nose as he arched his back, preparing to invade her lush, sultry mouth.
She yawned and stretched as he slid his cock past her velvety lips and down the length of her smooth tongue. Her head tilted back as she accepted his entire length and thickness and began to suck greedily. His balls swelled with the hot, creamy milk that she craved, her carnal addiction. Her hand stroked her juicy pussy as she thought of him shooting his thick, hot load down her throat.
Her warm, inviting mouth provided an intimate refuge for him and she was eager to take in every inch he was willing to give her. She could taste his heartbeat and she whimpered desperately as she plunged her fingers into her overheated pussy.
His hands enveloped her breasts, her rock hard nipples pressing into his palms as a muffled moan struggled to escape her lips. He was becoming more aggressive now, thrusting deeply. She gagged as his big, fleshy cock invaded her throat and thick saliva and tears ran down her cheeks.
His breathing was heavy, accelerating. She could feel his fevered cock throbbing more quickly, his balls were heavy as they slapped her face. He started to pulse and soon she was hungrily gulping, trying her best to swallow every drop of his hot cum but she felt it fill her mouth and flow past her lips.
She yawned and stretched, the sheet slipped down exposing her breasts.
“Mmmm…”
“Hungry Jackie?”, he asked.
“Yes… shall we have breakfast?”
“I’d like that.”
He stood up, took her hand and helped her out of bed. She immediately wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly. She rested her head against his chest and listened to his heartbeat. He spanked her ass and she pulled away from him to rub it.
“Ow!”
He laughed as he handed her a night shirt as he pulled on his jeans. She hastily put the shirt on as he fastened a collar around her neck and led her to the kitchen.
On the table was a bowl of strawberries, a banana, a bowl of whip cream and a small bowl of chocolate. Her collar, blindfold and black steel handcuffs were laid out neatly in front of her chair.
He sat her down, took the handcuffs from the night before from the table and secured her wrists together behind her chair back. He rubbed her shoulders gently, causing goosebumps to rise on her tender skin. He fastened her jeweled velvet collar around her throat and secured her hair in a ponytail. She settled into her chair as he reached for the blindfold and slid it over her eyes, she felt his hot breath on her neck as he bent down to kiss her on the cheek.
He poured her a glass of juice and put a straw in it before arranging his chair in front of hers and sitting down, placing his hands on her thighs. He reached out and grasped her neck firmly but gently, and leaned forward to kiss her juicy lips.
Leaning back in his chair, he took a few moments to look her over. He enjoyed seeing her helpless, totally at his mercy, waiting to be fed like a starved captive. He peeled the banana and pressed it to her cheek, traced her jawline with it and slowly moved it down, caressing her neck. He held it between her tits.
“No biting, Jackie, I want you to suck on this banana. Pretend it’s my hard cock that you’re so hungry for.”
She moaned.
“Open wide.”
She immediately opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. He slowly slid the banana in, not stopping until she gagged slightly and closed her lips around the cool yellow shaft. He drew it back out of her mouth, it glistened with her saliva and thick strings of her spit trailed from her lips to the tip of the sweet fruit.
He teased her nipples with the wet banana; swirling it in circles around the left one, then the right as she began to breathe a little harder. He dipped the tip of the banana in chocolate and put it to her lips, letting the chocolate drip from her chin onto her chest. She opened her mouth, swirling her tongue around the chocolate covered banana. She sucked and slurped up the sticky sweetness and giggled as she felt it running down her neck, she visualized her breasts streaked with chocolate.
“Mmmmm…that’s so good!”, she squealed.“
"I’m glad you like it, do want some more?”
“Oh yes, please!”, she nodded enthusiastically.
He slathered the banana in chocolate, then dipped it in the bowl of whip cream. Chocolate and cream dripped on her thighs as he moved the messy treat closer to her body, he pressed it between her tits and began to slide it up and down between them.
“Lower your head, Jackie, and catch the tip in your mouth,” he ordered.
She opened her mouth to meet the thrusts of the banana, sucking as much chocolate and cream as she could into her mouth as he sloppily fucked her tits.
He suddenly shoved it in her mouth and told her to take a bite. She chewed slowly as he dipped the banana in the chocolate and whipped cream again. He smeared it all over her tits before offering her another bite. By the time she had finished her banana her pussy was soaking wet and her breasts, belly and thighs were smudged and streaked with thick, gooey chocolate and cream.
He told her how much he was going to enjoy licking her clean when he was finished feeding her, making her squirm in her seat. He took a plump juicy strawberry from the bowl on the table and slowly slid it up the length of her pussy lips, pushing it gently inside her. He covered it in her juices and rubbed it against her swollen clit.
She gasped and whimpered quietly as he teased her pussy with the strawberry and pouted when he abruptly removed it. He put it to her lips.
“Suck it Jackie, lap up every drop of your sweet pre-cum.”
She eagerly obeyed.
“Good girl!”, he praised.
“Now take a bite.”
She chewed the delicious fruit as he chose another, dipped it in chocolate and raised it to her lips. He coated them as if he were applying lipstick, then told her to open wide and suck it clean. He slid another in her wet pussy as she gobbled up his second offering. He pressed hard against her clit, she writhed in her chair and moaned loudly as he violated her. He couldn’t resist taking a bite this time, her silky nectar made the ripe strawberry much sweeter.
He covered two more strawberries in chocolate and whip cream and touched them to her nipples, she clenched her teeth and shuddered. He offered her one to eat while he bit into the other.
They shared a few more before he decided to move on to the next phase of his plan. He stood up, walked behind her chair and put his hands on her shoulders.
“It’s time to get you cleaned up, Jackie…you’re such a messy eater!”
He guided her to her feet, turned her around, pulled her head back sharply by her hair and poured the remaining chocolate all over her breasts. It coated them like shiny liquid latex and ran down her body.
He hooked two fingers into the ring on the front of her collar and led her into the kitchen table. He picked her up and sat her down on the counter. Then he walked over to her, spread her legs slightly and began licking the chocolate from her chin. She was almost hyperventilating as he kissed and licked her neck, her shoulder, then moved down to her breasts… he stopped.
“Take a deep breath, Jackie.”
She was slipping away into the darkness, intoxicated. His voice sounded far away, yet it cut right through her.
“Are you ok?”
She nodded, “Yes, you just make me feel so good… oh… ah… I don’t think I can take much more!”
“Well we just got started, you better pull yourself together.”
He returned to her breasts, lapping up the chocolate and cream with long, sensual strokes of his tongue. He polished them clean and dropped to his knees, continuing to lick and suck her skin. She was trembling as his tongue tickled her belly, his breath was so warm.
He stood up and kissed her, his chocolate flavored tongue explored her mouth and he held her nipples between the first two fingers of each hand, rubbing the tips gently with his thumbs.
He removed her blindfold and stepped back, leaning against the wall. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his cock and balls through the opening in his briefs, stroking his thick cock a few times before returning to his knees to lick the chocolate off of her thighs. The dark streaks slowly disappeared and his tongue inched dangerously close to her aching pussy. She wanted his tongue inside her, or his cock, his fingers… anything.
She turned away from him, presenting her sexy ass as she gathered two breakfast bowls from just within reach and poured some cereal into each one. The shirt slipped off her shoulder again. She tugged it up with a half laugh and a mild oath and poured some milk into the bowls. She felt him move to stand behind her. She kept her head down, concentrating on the breakfast. His breath fanned across her neck and tickled her ear bringing a rash of goosebumps out on her skin.
His hand brushed her shoulder. More goose bumps appeared. He slipped two fingers under her shirt. Her breath caught. Blood rushed to inappropriate parts of her treacherous body. The minuscule distance between them closed and her back was pressed against his chest. His hips and thighs pressed against hers. She shuddered as his lips grazed her neck. He brushed a feather light trail down her neck and back up again. He nibbled along the shell of her ear until he captured her earlobe between his teeth. He sucked gently before releasing it.
Then he stepped back. The delightful pressure of his body, the warmth of his breath was gone. She shivered once before whirling around to face him, fully intending to rip into him for playing games with her.
He had backed up to lean on the opposite counter. His hand was unsteady as he scooped dark hair off his brow. As his eyes held hers, her breath quickened and her blood resumed its rushing.
“Why are you over there?” she asked in a voice that sounded all husky and low.
“I promised to be on my best behavior. I didn’t want to push my luck this morning.” His eyes never left hers. The heat in them made her mouth water.
“What if I -,” her voice faltered. She swallowed and summoned her courage. “What if I want you to push it?”
“I would say that you have to be sure that you can push back.” The flame in his eyes kicked up a notch.
They studied each other, neither of them moving or speaking. She reached around to release the shirt from her shoulders. As it fell open he clutched the counter at his side with white knuckles, but didn’t move.
With her chin raised, she crossed to him. She slid her hands up his chest, reveling in the solid heat beneath her palms. She linked her fingers behind his neck and moved forward until her stomach was pressed against his. She matched her thighs to his. He still gripped the counter.
Sending up a silent prayer that she wouldn’t make a fool of herself, she nuzzled his neck. His scent, spicy and masculine, swamped her. She kissed her way up and down his throat in the same way he had done to hers. His breath caught, but he still didn’t touch her. She nipped at the underside of his jaw. A low rumble started deep in his chest. She pulled back to meet his sterling eyes.
“Consider this my push,” she closed her eyes and met his lips with hers. He let her control the kiss, opened to allow her questing tongue full access to him. She slid her fingers into the cool, silky mass of his hair and wiggled her hips against him.
He groaned. And then his hands were on her- one at the small of her back, the other at the base of her neck. Now she was the one to relinquish control. She went limp against him as he plundered.
His mind and body were saturated by the feel of her. She was soft and warm, pliant and responsive. The sheer joy of holding her, possessing her, rippled through him. His hands slid low on her hips. A tiny whimper tumbled from her. He started to pull back, releasing his hold on her. She shook her head and continued to kiss him. Shifting, she aligned herself so that she was straddling his thigh. She plunged – her fingers deeper into his hair, her tongue against his, her center to his.
This time the whimper was pulled from him. He tugged on her shirt until he was able to slide his fingers along the skin underneath. Her skin felt so soft, so smooth. Slowly enough to give her a chance to stop, he slipped his fingertips between the silky skin of her thighs and around to her peachy ass.
He murmured something low and unintelligible against his lips. She moved against him again, arching against his hard bulge.
He pulled away again, ignoring his body’s shrieks of protest. Dropping his forehead to hers, he sucked in a deep breath. A tiny protest whispered from her lips. The sound ricocheted through his system, causing his already vibrating body to tremble with need. He drew in another deep breath. They weren’t ready for this, he thought. It was too soon for her, too important to him.
With a gentle finger he tipped her chin up until her eyes met his. Her eyes were warm and liquid with desire, the mossy green lit with a soft glow. She smiled. Every thought in his head, including his rational explanation as to why they couldn’t go any further, fizzled out. His heart felt like it had swollen and lodged in his throat. This moment, this woman was all that existed to him.
Everything in him seemed to throb with the sweetest ache he had ever experienced. Giving in to the need, the desire, the absolute necessity of having her, he met her with another kiss. She released a sound that sounded remarkably like triumph. Keeping her flush against him and distracted with his tongue, he was going to make love to his woman, right here in the kitchen. He had to stop frequently when her mouth became too intoxicating or when she slid her fingers down to his insistent manhood.
He pushed her back up against the counter top and she took the opportunity to press herself even closer. Her hands explored him, as her flesh connected with his, feeling the warmth and shape of her breasts as her hardened nipples poked into him as his member poked against her. Her hands – they were everywhere. They weren’t going to make it back to the bedroom. He slid down the kitchen wall, taking her with him. He eased her to the floor, careful to brace his weight over her.
He had never in his life seen anything as beautiful or arousing as this green eyed woman, breathless and flushed, with her hair spread out on the carpet beneath him. He loved her. At that instant he knew he loved her.
“What about breakfast?” she joked as if sensing the turn of his mood.
As an answer he slipped a hand under her hips and lifted her to meet his erection. She arched into him.
Her breath was trapped in her chest and her entire body felt as if it would explode if he kept touching her. Then again, she just might explode if he stopped. He stood and she wanted to study him, to examine what she was sure was an exceptional physique - it had certainly felt exceptional. But she couldn’t tear her eyes from the heat in his gaze. She had never had a man look at her that way. His eyes were dark now – with passion and heat and hunger. And need. No, no man had ever looked at her that way.
Dropping back to his knees, he spread a hand across her stomach. She quivered. Her man was making her quiver and they hadn’t even reached to the good stuff. His lips followed the heated path of his hand, skimming over her ribs to the valley between her breasts. Using both hands now, he cupped her breasts, running his thumbs over the tips. She moaned and arched her back, pushing herself against his hands in a desperate plea. Then, mercifully, he took one nipple into his mouth. She began to quiver in earnest now, not certain how much longer she could take this. He moved one hand, sending it on an exquisite exploration. She let out a murmur of satisfaction when he moved his fingers between her thighs. She spread her legs in shameless invitation. He skimmed his fingertips over her skin in burning circles, coming close to her core but never quite touching her. She tried to swivel her hips and force contact, but he evaded with a wicked chuckle.
“Tell me what you want, Jackie.” His fingers continued those maddening circles
“I want…” She swallowed a lump of embarrassment. This was new to her. She’d never talked during sex. She’d never done it on the living room carpet either. His fingers brushed higher in encouragement. “I want you to touch me. Inside.”
She felt the burn of a blush flooding her cheeks, but then his fingers were slipping through the very edge of the moist heat between her thighs. He dallied a moment, exploring every part of her, before complying with her demand. With a hum of approval, he finally pushed inside her, stroking her with first one finger, then two. She felt the orgasm building inside her and tried to contain it. She wasn’t ready yet, not yet. Then Theo shifted, moving down her body to replace with fingers with his mouth. The first stroke of his tongue shattered her control. She moved against him, matching the rhythm of his tongue with thrusts of her hips. The pressure inside coiled and tightened then burst. She shuddered and quivered while he continued to use his mouth to calm her.
He dropped gentle kisses on her thighs and up to her belly, needing the time to reign in his own passion before bringing her up again. He had never experienced anything like this before, anyone like her before.
She opened her eyes then and smiled. She looked like a particularly satisfied cat who just snatched the canary: smug and a little bit naughty. Good lord he needed to be inside her before he shamed himself.
“Do I get to make any more requests?” Boldness flavored her voice now. He liked this side of her.
He nodded and desperately tried for coherent thought. “Anything,” he croaked. “Whatever you want as long as I get to have you soon.”
She laughed, throaty and confident in her feminine power. “That works. Because what I want…” her voice trailed off as she reached between them to stroke the pulsing shaft of his erection. “…is you completely inside me. Now.”
He held her gaze as he positioned himself between her legs, stopping short of plunging into her. She exhaled on a moan of anticipation and thrust her pelvis up to meet him, effectively pushing the tip of his penis inside her. It was too much, felt too good. He plunged. Again. And again. She met him stroke for stroke. Their moans and breathy words mingled until he wasn’t sure which sounds were coming from him any longer. She murmured to him, sweet words that he didn’t quite catch.
Soon she was moving against him wildly, her nails digging into his ass, trying to push him deeper.
He pulled away with a grin, loving her whimper in protest and pressed his palm against her poutning pussy. He brought his wet finger to her lips and she tasted herself willingly. Groaning, He manoeuvred himself on top of her and kissed her once more as he rubbed the tip of his cock against her clit. He could see she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Long gone were the thoughts of making the evening last any longer, his restraint dissolved the moment he felt her hot pussy welcoming him inside her.
He pushed inside her slowly, only letting the tip feel her tightness before pulling back. Her face had collapsed into a frown of desperate lust as he pushed in again once more, deeper this time, finding himself moaning with her as he felt what he had wanted to feel for so fucking long.
Gradually he repeated the motion, pushing a little deeper each time, their moans hitting the air in tandem. When he finally slid into her completely, he stopped, feeling her around him. She felt better than he remembered, which was incredible. As he began to move, her ankles wrapped around his back, her hands finding their way to his ass, encouraging him to increase his pace and intensity, to fuck her harder. He obliged, his tongue slipping into her mouth once, doing everything in his power to keep his kiss slow and sensual while his cock rammed into her faster and faster.
Her hands gripped his ass as she felt his pelvic bone rubbing against her clit, her hips gyrating, moving against him as their groans grew louder. He pushed a finger into her mouth, watching her suck it enthusiastically, hoping beyond hope this wouldn’t be the last time.
His mouth moved back to her neck, his teeth nipping gently as he gave her a partly gentle slap on the thigh as his passion grew nearer release.
“Oh fuck! You feel so good!” She whimpered, her eyes meeting his.
“Do you want cum, Jackie? Are you ready?” He asked, dangerously close to said point himself. She nodded, trying to catch her breath. He grabbed her chin to force her to look at him once more.
He craned his neck down to her ear and grunted into it.
“Beg me, Jackie.”
“Please!” She groaned loudly in frustration, “please let me cum”.
“Good girl.” He whispered as he fucked her harder and gave her another smack, this time square on the ass as he leant her to the side, pushing their bodies together even more. “Cum for me,” he half-growled, slamming his cock into her extra hard.
“Oh yes, fuck me hard,” she begged in a warbling voice as she soared up toward her peak, the last coherent words she could manage in the face of her approaching climax.
She moaned, yelped, and squealed as she teetered on the brink of an explosion. Her head lashed on the kitchen floor and her fingers moved in a blur over her clit. With a high-pitched scream, she came, her upper body snapping up. She distantly noted that he said something as she came, but her pleasure-fogged brain couldn’t make out the words.
He slowed to barely rock his hips as she shuddered beneath him, grinning as the first shock of her orgasm released her and she fell back to the floor. The tight grip of her pussy on his cock relaxed for a second, and then contracted around him again. Once more, she screamed, this time arching her back and haltingly thrusting her hips up toward him to drive him deeper inside her. He pushed her down and gripped her thighs tightly so he could start thrusting again.
“Oh god yes! Fuck me! Cum inside me!” she cried out as he took control again, drawing out her orgasm.
She’d hoped he might make her cu. again before he filled her up, but now she just wanted his potent seed inside her. “Do it. Give it to me,” she growled, and then yelped as he gave her every ounce of his speed and strength, strain tightening his features.
Their bodies collided with loud smacks as he slammed his cock into her depths, and her breasts bounced almost painfully. She grasped the firm globes to hold them in place, though they still jiggled violently, and teased her nipples as he continued his assault.
When he began to grunt with every thrust and slightly lost his rhythm, she knew he was there. “Oh yes, give it to me!”
He let out a long, growling scream that stayed on his lips for three or four thrusts, and then jumped in pitch and volume. At the same time, he buried his cock inside her and came. His cock twitched and lurched inside her quivering pussy before his lava-like ejaculation began to erupt against her spasming cervix.
“Mmm, yes, YES!” she moaned and reached down to rub her hand over her mound and belly. He continued to sporadically thrust, spurting his seed against the entrance of her womb.
He felt her pussy tense up and release over and over. Normally, he would have cum with her, but he wanted to feel her cumming on his cock but that sensation was all it took to take him over the edge as he let out a desperate groan and emptied the contents of his balls inside her receptive vagina.
He collapsed, unable to breathe, much less support his own weight. This changed everything. It was still to be determined if that was a good thing… and all before breakfast.
