We roll over in your bed and you pull me into you. Your mouth finds my shoulder and you kiss it then move up to my neck and suck on it, biting it lightly. “I thought you said no marks,” I said, letting out a breath. “Mmmmh” you reply and kiss my shoulder again. “Are you crying?” You ask. And I laugh. “No, that sex was just so intense that I teared up a little,” I say, sniffling a little. “The sex was so good that you’re crying?” You ask, laughing. “No,” I say, rolling my eyes. “They’re not like tears it’s like when your eyes get wet from a blast of hot air or a yawn.” “So that sex was like yawning?” You ask. “No dummy,” I say laughing. You draw me closer to you, and I scoot my butt into you. Your arm hangs over me as your hand and fingers lazily circle my stomach and then move up to brush my nipples. My pussy gives a soft clench, tired and sensitive but still eager. Chill out, I think to myself. Your hand trails up past my breasts to wrap around my throat. “What are you doing?” I question softly. “Holding you,” you reply, “do you want me to stop?” You ask. I shake my head no. We lie there, your hand around my throat, and my butt against your slowly hardening cock. You kiss my neck again and then move your hand up to cup my cheek and we kiss deeply. Our tongues flit in and out and then brush each other, my lips moving against yours in a steady rhythm. We break away and go back to cuddling. You pull me even tighter against you so that my back touches your chest and my butt is backed up all the way against your length. You move your hand back to my breasts and squeeze one of my hardened nipples. You circle it lightly a few times and then squeeze it between your fingers again. I gasp and shift against you. “What are you doing?” I ask again. Sex three times in a day? My pussy pulses and I clench my thighs together, trying to fight the urge. “I’m playing with your hard nipples,” you say, your mouth near my ear and against my hair. “And now, I’m trailing my fingers down your stomach,” you say as they lightly venture lower. You circle my stomach a coupe times and go even lower down my body. “And now…” you pause, “they’re about to touch your clit”. Your fingers lightly brush my clit and my thighs tighten even more. You push your index finger between them and circle my dripping entrance and then rub the moisture over my tight clit. I squirm. Your index finger enters me and I clasp my walls tightly around it. “Fuck you’re so hot for me” you say into my hair and then suck on my neck.My pussy is raw and sensitive but you move your finger lazily in and out of me, before slowly adding a second one. “Whose pussy is this?” you ask again. “Yours”.
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