Part 2
We were both exhausted and dehydrated. From the couch to her bed to the bathroom counter was over an hour and a half I think. We needed a break. I pulled on boxers over a still-thick cock, and she slipped into a short, floral patterned robe. Somehow the silky material wasn’t even as soft as her bare skin, and the way her perfect ass hung out told me that I probably wouldn’t bother taking it off next time I fucked her. It didn’t take me long to be right.
She got us both a drink, and we casually chatted and snacked a bit, acting like I hadn’t just been choke-fucking her minutes prior. Even with a normal conversation, the intensity behind her eyes was so sexy. We relaxed together for awhile. The urge to touch each other was just so strong though. I couldn’t resist wrapping my arms around her from behind, or casually tracing my fingers over her hips as she walked by. My hands couldn’t resist wanting more of her softness though, and they slid under her robe. We started kissing as my fingers brushed past the cute tuft of hair framing her pretty pussy, over her lips, and into her wetness. We were both instantly ready. I grabbed her by the neck and bent her over the counter, dropping my boxers to let my hard cock spring free.