I tilt my head back to get a better view, her folds peeking through the gap between her legs.
“Damn it...” I murmur, my brain as fired up as my cock. “You look so good that it hurts my dick.”
She slaps my thigh.
“For real now,” I say, a smile lining my voice. “Too bad you don’t want to see it.”
She mumbles something around my cock.
I breathe a soft chuckle.
“Stay focused, baby girl,” I say, earning another slap. “Good girl. And bossy,” I say, lifting her hair higher to see the beautiful arch of her neck.
“You are so hot...” I murmur, and she glances at me, her eyes glistening with tears as I hit the back of her throat with my bulging crown.
“You’re fucking good,” I say, no longer smiling, our eyes locked in what feels like a trance of pure pleasure.
Her lips and hand keep stroking me, lust coursing through our veins. As the pleasure surges, I register the softness of her eyes and the warmth of her heart, both thawing something inside me.
Her eyelids slide down slowly, obscuring that softness in her heart. One tear falls from the corner of her eye, staining her cheek.
I wipe it away with my thumb.
Eyes closed, she raises a storm inside me.
My eyes swing to the mirror, taking in her most vulnerable spot. Hooked on that view, I slip into a trance with her and lick my lips, craving the taste of her arousal in my mouth.
My chest starts rocking, my muscles shifting hard beneath my skin.
I press her head against my groin, her tongue swirling around me. She sucks me harder and strokes me faster, urgency building in her touch.
Drunk on her, I imagine her pussy filled with me as well. Her head bobbing... Her hips jolting... Her body shuddering with pleasure.
Her mouth emptying me.
“Fuck me,” I growl, falling into my own trap.
I swiftly pull out, roll from under her, and leap off the bed.
With one hand, I grab her butt and slide into her wetness.
Her warm center hugs me like a glove of love.
With every thrust, she shakes her hips, trickling more wetness around my shaft.
She moans louder and louder as I grab her hips and fuck her hard. The tension explodes in my groin as we both come.
Moments of intense pleasure consume us before we slow down, and I tear away from her.
Panting, she sprawls on her back––legs spread, my cum dripping from her entrance.
She looks at me, thunderstruck.
“What the hell was that?” she asks.
“Nothing,” I say, twirling away and heading to the bathroom.
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