I [f]orgot to breathe.

I’m laying in bed next to my S/O, he’s snoring away. Little does he know that someone else has stepped up to bat.

After that first hook up, it was more than obvious I was craving more. I **NEEDED** more.

I was still thinking about how he rammed so hard into me, and the bench I was laying on slamming into the wall.

We text a few time, trying to figure out how and when to make plans. We finally settled on today. I kick my friend out, and drive as fast as I’m allowed to the hotel and he’s already welcoming me with that grin. He knew what he was doing and he wasn’t wasting any time as he quickly stripped out of his clothes.

I awkwardly fumble my way out of mine while he’s telling me how bad he wants to see my cum face.

We instantly start matching each others rythm. I feel my eyes starting to roll, and my breathing start to shallow. “Breathe! Eyes!” He snaps me out of it, I come back from the high with a smile slapped across my face. “You close your eyes and I stop.” I can’t help but let out a whimper. How do you keep your eyes from rolling to the back of your head as you’re pussy is being pounded so hard you’re in another world?