“You’re so fucking wet…,” he whispered, cock sliding slow and deep inside. “And you’re so fucking big… Mhm,” she said as he bottomed out. “Fuck I love it”. It was she who moved first, grinding and gripping on his length, copiously lubricated with her arousal. She moved her hips with practiced agility. Her large porcelain white cheeks moving hypnotically to make his cock appear and disappear. The best magic trick. The pink hue of the late evening sunset lit the small cramped room and reflected off the sweat that beaded down her spine and his bare chest. It was sweltering. The North African heat was unwavering and the friction between these young English students was doing anything but helping. Her skin blossomed rose as she continued to rear herself onto her partner. Each time her lips parted to engulf his length deep inside she moaned with delight. They could do nothing more than fuck.
The warmth leached the energy from them, though not so far as to prevent them from lazily fornicating whilst everyone else was out in courtyard eating, drinking and chatting. There was always energy for fucking. The tiny room and single bunk bed that covered half the floor space did nothing hinder their pleasure. He gripped her wide hips. A more forceful thrust broke the easy rhythm and sent her crying out into to the pillows; her black hair made a luscious tangled mess but revealed a face beautifully caught in agonising ecstasy. Bodies connected with a slap. “Mhhmmm,” came the muffled reply. His thrusts were sharp and continuous; a metronome on the lowest setting. The push of his hips contrasted the pull. He withdrew his cock from her slow enough for her to practically beg for the void within her to be filled again. Slap. He was inside once more. Smoothly accepted into her deepest softest reaches. Wetly enveloped by her walls. She gripped as he retreated; unwilling to let him go. “You’re going to make me come,” he said with shuddering breath. Slap. She lifted her head and looked back at him, a devilish smile playing on her lips. Strands of her hair matted against her pretty features. Slap. “Then you should fill me up lovely,” she breathed. Slap. “I want you to empty your balls inside my pussy, please…”. Slap. “I want to feel your cum running down my legs”. Slap. Her words dialled up the speed of the metronome. The wet connection of his hips to her curved cheeks increased in frequency. Her arousal dripped down his balls. Her arched form embraced the mattress; ass beautifully presented to be fucked. Her fingers gripped the sheets. “Fuck me. Fuck me with that monster!” She mewled. Slap. Slap. Slap. “Yeaaaaaah”. Slap. Slap. Slap. Her body quivered, a mind shattering orgasm rocking through her, induced by the cock plumbing her insides relentlessly. She clenched his length in a wet vice grip. He exploded. His cum flowed. Deep. Still he thrust into her. Over and over his cock erupted, cum flooding within her. Pearl white rivulets oozed out and traced the form of her smooth burning thighs. With his last major thrust and rope of cum he pushed her flat onto the bed and lay on top of her.
Cock buried deep, still twitching. Her own orgasm was only just subsiding. They lay there like that in blissful haze, both reeling from the echoes of their mutual finish. Their hearts beat fast and chests heaved from the exertion. They both laughed, exhausted but satisfied. He nuzzled the hair from the back of her neck and placed his lips there, kissing her skin, the salty taste of sweat on his lips. “We… Are doing that again,” she said with her eyes closed.” That was too much fun, I can’t believe you’re still hard honestly.” His cock twitched inside her. “Give me ten minutes and I’ll be ready to do you again,” he laughed, “if you can take it,” he added with a mischievous grin. She gave him a sideways look of mock seriousness, “Don’t challenge me lovely, you’ve no idea what I’m capable of…” She wiggled her butt indicating him to move. He withdrew, his cock finally leaving her, trailing strings of cum, and stood before the bed as she rolled onto her back. She wiped the sweat from her face with her palms and cleared her hair. Her beautifully formed breasts flattened slightly over the curve of her ribcage. Her body flowed graciously into a narrow waist and flat stomach before her gorgeous hips and thighs. She dangled her calves together off the edge of the bed. “Besides…,” she swallowed up his fine torso and handsome features that seemed ablaze from the warm light of the setting sun, and gazed into his eyes as she drew her knees up, “You ought to save yourself for Clara, right?” The look she gave him then as she effortlessly parted her smooth legs, and gazed into his eyes, was devoid of playfulness. He looked at her in awe, jaw slack and cock throbbing again. He placed the head of his cock at her entrance. She was wet. Dripping. “I really should,” he whispered. He hesitated, rubbing his swollen head against her entrance. Her piercing gaze never failed. “You should.”
“You know you’re a terrible influence, right?” He said.
She gasped, “Oh my fucking god…” Her warm slick centre accommodating a thick cock once more.
After taking a moment to compose herself, she replied: “I’m the fucking worst lovely…”