The Apartment
She showed up in sweatpants, sneakers, and a tank top. She'd just hit the gym before coming over. I didn't give her a chance to shower – it had been five days and I was tired of jerking off. I threw her over the arm of the couch, exposed her, and thrust into her as deeply as I could. She was already wet.
"Fuck…Jesus!…what…the…fuck…oh..my..god..oh..don't.stop.don't.stop.don't.stop.fuck.fuck.fuck.FUCCCCKKKKK!!" she screamed. I lived in an apartment surrounded by people but they were probably at work. And if not who cares. I felt her cunt convulse on my cock and she begged me to pull out. But I was too close. I just kept going. She shook again – harder this time – and I pulled out and sprayed all over her back and her little Celtic knot tattoo.
Got a lot out that time – surprised myself. I'd just jerked off the night before – but I'm getting ahead of myself.
"What the hell got into you?" she asked, smiling.
"I'll tell you in a bit. Shower up if you want. The washer's clean too – I jizzed all over your tank top."