I can tell you’ve been pleasuring yourself as soon as I walk into the bedroom. The smell of sweat and your sweet aroma are thick in the dimly lit area. I knock on our bathroom door.
“Liz, you in there?” I ask knowing full well that you’re trying to clean yourself up. There’s the sounds of clothes moving and you panting.
“Just a minute, yeah,” you sound winded. I ignore your request and open the door to find you standing with no pants on and a purple dildo in your hand, eyes wide. You try to hide the dildo behind you, face turning an even darker shade of red than before. It was no secret that you masturbated; I had bought that dildo for you. No need to play coy.
“Don’t stop on my account,” I begin to undress as I walk back into the bedroom, still looking at your half nude body. Laying naked on the bed, I grip my cock and start to play with it, stroking it gently with one hand as I beckon you over. You bit your lip shyly and walk on your toes to the foot of the bed. You crawl onto your knees and sit up, showing me the tight line of your simp, perfectly waxed and shining pale in the lamplight.
You cross your arms at the base of your shirt and peel it off, your ghostly nipples erect and ready to be played with. Your left hand moves down your stomach, curving to put your fingers inside of you. The wet sound of you toying with your pussy makes me stroke harder, drinking in every detail of your body. You stop and crawl to me, letting your breasts graze my beard as you reach past me and take a pillow. You return to the foot of the bed and place the pillow between your thighs, pressing it against your wet slit.
Sitting on your knees to hold the pillow in place, you start to move your hips forward and back. I can see the wet spot on the fabric getting larger as you hump harder, really grinding your pussy onto it. Your dark blonde hair is sticking to the sweat on your forehead as your curls bounce around your shoulders. I can hear how hard you’re breathing and my hand goes even faster, pumping hard watching you fuck yourself how you like.
“I can’t… I- not anymore, I need you,”. You pant while crawling over me, taking my cock from my hand and sitting on it, enveloping it in your hot tight snatch. I sigh a low moan at the sensation, feeling every inch of myself inside of your body. You start to fuck me hard, slamming your hips back and forth to rub your clit against my pelvis. The bed creaks loudly as you rapidly move on me. I can hear you gasping for air in my ear with your face buried into my shoulder and pillow.
Moaning gently you sit up and lean back, your tits bouncing in time with your hips as you slid yourself up and down on my shaft. The pressure on the front of your vag from me being pulled right against it has you shaking. Your close to cumming, so fucking close. I grab your hips and slow them, trying to keep from creaming in you as well.
“What’s wrong?” You ask, still slowly moving your hips, begging me to let you finish.
“Let’s have some fun with this,” I tell you while sitting up. I kiss you on the lips and get out from under you, feeling the seemingly cold air on my drenched cock. I go to our “naughty drawer” in the dresser and take out your leg bar and hand cuffs. Your lip looks like it’s going to bleed you’re biting it so hard. Putting the bar on your ankles, I cuff you to the headboard. Your naked body is so fucking hot. You’re paper white skin has red around your face and your already abused simp. It hasn’t seen anything yet. “I’m going to defile you.” I growl into your ear to make you moan and your knees try to touch.
I grab the bar binding your legs apart and lift it over you, bending your knees down towards your chest. My hand guides my thick cock into your snatch, the wetness of it letting me stretch even your tightness with ease. You gasp and let out a small cry when my tip crashes into your cervix, bottoming your pussy out. I push the bar and use it as leverage to start pounding you, fucking you hard and fast. I’m shoving everything I have into your tight hole, bruising your insides and stretching you as much as I can. Your toes curl and you suddenly and loudly climax, a stream of your sweet arousal spewing from your pussy around my cock.
You’re just as surprised as I am, judging by the look on your face that quickly fades in favor of closed eyes and mouth open pleasure. I don’t let up, fucking you harder than ever. I pull out just in time to aim and blast your face with my sticky jizz, covering your cheeks and getting some in your open mouth. I dip my shaft back into you, making you gasp and shake from your heightened sensitivity. That same extra sensitivity keeps me hard enough to give you a few more strokes, your snatch spamming around me, edging me closer to cumming again already.
I’m going for it. I keep thrusting, keeping your orgasm going until I slam as deep into you as I can and cream inside of your tight body. You feel me finish inside of you, giving you that feeling you love. Even after I pull out of you and watch my cum drip from your gaped pussy, it still quivers and spasms from your pleasure. Unless someone is doing a lot of laundry tonight, it looks like we’re both sleeping on the couch.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/axtxo1/watching_her_masturbate_before_a_hardcore_fucking