After three years of sexting, exchanging on Snap, and craving each other, u/martianfrom_earth and I finally met up. She had read one of my stories I posted and responded to tell me how much that she enjoyed it, striking up a very pleasant and sexy conversation. We felt chemistry instantly and spent much of that summer sexting each other, making each other orgasm after edging for hours at a time. I bought her a remote-controlled vibrator so that I could tease her a little more directly while we chatted through video or messaging.
We went some place very fancy and cozy for dinner last Saturday evening. Two roaring fireplaces. An outside heated patio. She looked unbelievably beautiful, her brown hair loose and wavy the way I like it, eyes sparkling, a tight top with a cutout for me to admire her incredible cleavage. Her piercings poking through the fabric competing against the rest of her striking figure for my attention. (I had never been with someone who had nipple piercings before, and I feel needy every time I see someone in the wild with obvious piercings poking through her shirt.) I felt exhausted after a long day of adventuring with her. Fucking in the morning before we left the bed, then again in the afternoon immediately after returning to our lodging. My thighs had been shaking after we ended our afternoon session with her on her hands and knees, ass in my hands and her moans stifled against the pillows. “Harder,” she said when I spanked her. I could see my handprint brightening across her skin after a few more slaps. How many times had her pussy made me creampie her in the last two days? Four times? Five? I was losing count. Whatever the score, I added one more while holding her wrist behind her back and pounding her hard and deep.
After dinner, I felt so tired that I didn’t think I could go again. But once she was against me, head on my chest and hand drifting up and down my stomach, fingers sliding lower and softly following the line of my swollen cock, all I could think about was filling her again. The next two hours were a blur of fucking and pleasing each other. She pulled down my underwear and took me in her mouth. Stroking me with her lips. Gliding up and down me with her tongue. Spitting on my cock and using it as lube for her skilled fingers. She wrapped them around the tip of me and twisted rapidly, making me so sensitive that I couldn’t stand it. I endured it as long as I could before I grabbed her hand and forced her to stop. She gave me a look: a cross of anger, laughter, and lust. I told her I wanted her pussy surrounding me again. She asked if she could have my tongue again first.
She got on her back and spread her legs. I kissed her neck, her lips, her tits. Tugged at her jeweled nipples. Made my way down her stomach and kissed her inner thigh, then those soft, pretty lips. I licked them slowly from bottom to top, basking in her moans. Slowly pushing my tongue against her clit, circling it, sliding left and right along it, rubbing it harder and faster, sliding my fingers inside her and stroking. She grinded against me, rolling her hips like a very good girl. She told me that no one had ever licked her so well. Then I was on top of her, kissing her, sliding my cock between those soaked lips. Stroking both of us slowly, then fast and hard, and then slowly again. She looked at me with such lust, her eyes transformed. I felt needy to cum for such a long time but only let myself edge. Alternating the pace so that she would moan louder and louder, virtually screaming after I had worked her up and eased her down a few times. She told me to make myself feel good with her pussy. I did for over an hour. I told her she made me want to cum so badly. She said “No,” that I was going to cum with her.
I wrapped my hands under her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the bed. She grabbed her pink vibrator from the nightstand and began teasing her clit. I raised her legs up, ankles over my shoulders, and wrapped my arms around her thighs. I stroked myself slowly, trying not to bump against her toy and knock it away from that sensitive little button. Eventually I dropped her legs down, hands under her thighs so she could leave them spread off of the edge of the bed, supported by me. I told her how badly I wanted her to cum for me after being such a good girl all night, after being a good cumslut. She thrusted against me harder, faster, shutting her thighs together and arching her hips higher, bending my cock as she clamped her pussy tight with orgasm. I’ve never felt anyone squeeze as tightly as she does…
I helped her get comfortable on the bed, lowering myself on top of her, wrapping my arm beneath her shoulders and neck, cradling her head with my fingers in her hair. I slowly entered her again, gently stroking as we breathed each other in, eyes locked. I told her I felt close. My body felt electric, all this pressure building at the base of my cock. “Give it to me,” she said. “Give it to me.” She sounded so desperate for my cum. I loved hearing her beg nonstop. I don’t want to hear it just once; I want it a hundred times while those desperate eyes look up at me. I told her that I was cumming for her, and I thrusted as deeply as I could while she locked her arms and legs around me, squeezing tight, draining every rope of thick cum from my pulsing cock with her tight, soaked, soft, perfect pussy.
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