Why can’t I stop thinking about fucking you outside during the summer? I want to feel like I’m melting underneath you in the heat. Holy hell. And I’m listening to “Wicked Games” on repeat, imagining myself drenched in your sweat poolside. No, I wanna fall in love with you. With your cock inside me, my hands struggling to grasp onto your wet arms. My watermelon tanning oil makes your body slide against mine with ease. Makes you lick my collarbone like I’m a fucking Jolly Rancher while you fuck the shit out of me. It’s Joshua Tree. It’s 105 degrees. You’re minutes away from dying of heat exhaustion, but my pussy is worth it. Dying inside me would be a heavenly way to die. But I’ll keep you alive. I’ll give you life. Eat my pussy, baby. It’s just us in the middle of the desert. And once you fuck me the way that I want, we can cool off in the pool. But first, I want you to make me cum in your mouth.
My pussy tastes like salted honey as you lick the sweat off my pussy lips and stick your tongue deep inside me. The only thing I can hear is the sound of your tongue on my clit, and it makes me even wetter. You can’t get enough of my pussy because it’s literally keeping you alive. It’s cooling you off. My cum keeping you hydrated, keeping you from passing out. But it feels like LSD. The heat is a lot. You can hear the music my pussy plays as you stick a finger inside me. It sounds like the instrumental chorus of “Un homme et une femme,” and it makes your cock throb. It’s a masterpiece. You’re tripping so hard. You’re so hard. Keep licking me, fucking hell. I’m dying in the sun. I can’t close my mouth, finding it hard to breathe, I’m so close to cumming. My vision is blurry, but I can feel everything. Your finger slipping inside me as you lick. “I’m going to cum,” I try to say, but I can barely speak. The dry desert air has made me mute. But you know what I’m trying to say because you can feel it. You can feel my clit growing in your mouth, can feel me squirming against the plastic furniture. Can feel me gripping your long blonde hair even harder. Fuck, I’m going to cum. Let me cum on your cock. I want to cum on your cock.
As I start shaking in your mouth on the pool lounge chair, you slide your cock inside me. Are organs playing? I think I hear coyotes. I don’t even fucking know. This is the shit those hippies write about. This is that Gram Parsons shit. Fucking hell, no cock has ever been more perfect than yours right now. The chair breaks beneath us, and slamming onto the ground, the hot concrete burns my back, and I’m cumming again. Twice in a row. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Is this real? You’re cumming, too. So deep inside me. You can tell I’m slipping away, hanging on to every drop of cum you’re giving me. You pull out and finish cumming in my mouth. And I’m living for it. Fucking hell. This heat is really something.
While we swim in the pool, your cum slips out of me, floating into the water. This is the best day of my fucking life, and we almost died. This place is magic, and I already want you again. And again. And again.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/oj27pf/we_almost_died_mfpublic
What a wonderful picture.