It took a lot to set up, but date night was a huge success. Forgoing the usual fine dining at a restaurant, a couple of reverse seared steaks I made to go along with your baked potatoes made for a great excuse to open a couple bottles of wine and play dress up. As your strap falls off of your shoulder you give a seductive look back at me, leading me to the bedroom. We fall onto the bed, sloppy drunken kisses smearing your lipstick. I know this week was stressful for you, so to see you relaxed is a relief for me. I hold your face in my palm while my tongue runs along your lips, then your teeth as you bite on my lip. I feel you unbuckling my belt, opening my pants and untucking my shirt. “You wanna touch it, baby?” I whisper into your ear before gently biting it. “Yes please,” you whisper back while your soft fingers wrap around my shaft, feeling it get even harder. Your hands are cold and the sensation of them going up and down my hot cock feel incredible. I pull the front of your dress down, revealing a blue lace bra that contrasts brightly against your pale skin and the red of your outfit. I get distracted from feeling my hands cupping the soft fabric around your breasts by you unbuttoning my shirt and pulling it away, exposing my chest as well. You pull your legs up, putting your ankles next to your ass. I watch your dress pull up and show that your sheer lace thong matches your bra, along with the garters holding your stockings up. The blue is stained even darker where your sticky cum is already soaked through between your thighs. I crawl the rest of the way out of my pants, kicking them off of the bed and putting my leg against you for you to grind on. You bite your lower lip and slid your soaked panties up and down my thigh, leaving a wet streak on me. My hands are stretched across your chest, holding your firm tits and pressing them towards each other. “Do you want to fuck me, or just stare at me all night?” You ask, still holding my now throbbing cock. “I’m going to make you scream,” I exhale as I pick your hips up and pull you to me. “Get those out of the way.” I command as you suggestively run your finger between yourself and the thong before pulling it aside to show me your snatch. I press into you, easing in until I feel that your lips are soaked enough for me to run my full length into your body. I can see your stomach bulge as I bottom you out with a loud moan from us both. Your pale skin highlighting the red of your pussy, all framed by blue is a sight that alone could make me cum. Your legs are wrapped around me, pulling me even deeper into your tight wet body. I can feel that you can’t take anymore of me but we’ll be damned if we’ll stop trying to get it in there. I can feel my shoulder pressing into your windpipe as my face is buried in your auburn hair and against your neck. The “uh, uh, uh,” sounds your making in rhythm with my tempo are a sweet song in my ear. But I promised you screams, and I don’t let me baby down. I reposition myself and take bring your legs to your shoulders, placing your hot dripping pussy at the best position for me to slam into you hard and fast. Using your legs to hold myself up, I flick your clit with my thumb while my dick pile drives deeper and deeper in you, making you cry out and claw at my back. I’m already bottoming you out, but I want to feel my pelvis hit yours, I want you to hurt all day tomorrow and remember how you called out my name. I just feel myself graze your immaculately maintained patch of hair just above your clit when I decide that that’s deep enough. I pull myself from you fast, slinging your cum over your stomach. You let out a high scream before you lay panting. “No fair, I-I didn’t even- get to finish,” you pant out, eyes clothes and hands shaking in my own. “Who said we’re done here?” I ask as I take my hand away from you and run it down your stomach, smearing your wetness. I slide all four fingers over your quivering panties before pulling them to the side to feel your hot cum glide over my hand. I start with my middle finger and get it halfway in you, then a second and spread your lips apart to display the sweet treat inside. You toss and turn a bit before taking your dress over your head and throwing it. I press my fingers further into you while you moan into my mouth that won’t leave your lips alone. Your grip on my fingers on their own is nothing short of amazing and to feel every intimate detail about the inside of you is a pleasure all it’s own. I can feel you running down my wrist as much as I can hear how soaked your pussy is. The wet sounds of my fingers dancing inside of you is all but drowned out by the sweet melody of sounds coming from your lips. My fingertips drag across a patch inside of you that makes that melody turn to a loud cry as I tease that same spot, sending your body into spasms and making your toes curl up. I tickle and stimulate it until your breaths catch and your face turns cherry red. You let out another loud long cry as you cum, writhing on the bed. You try to catch your breath while I take my finger out of you, stringing your grool between them and you. You take that hand and bring it to your mouth where you lick them clean with a sensual “mmmm,” noise. Oh fuck, I need to be back inside of you, fast. I go to roll onto you again but you stand instead and bring me to the edge of the bed where you kneel down and take my cock into your mouth. Fuck, you feel so good sucking on me, your throat massaging the head of my shaft. You unhook your bra, letting your perfectly perky breasts be exposed. My fingers run through your hair, pressing your mouth further down on me. You stop long enough to take your panties off, turning your back to me as you lean forward and peel them down. I can still see your cum shining on your sore lips. You put your drenched thong between my teeth with a wink and get back to work making me finish. I can’t see your hand, but I can hear you playing with yourself while your tongue makes me moan. “I’m so close,” I don’t even realize I say out loud. “Wait for me then.” You tell me as you spin around and lay down next to me. “Stand over me.” You tell me. I watch you play with your breasts with one hand while the other is knuckle deep in yourself, laying in front of me, almost begging me more than your words to “come on baby, make me a dirty girl. I beat myself until I feel a tight release and blast my cum all across your chest and stomach, covering you in a sticky mess. “Oh yes Daddy, that’s what I needed!” You cry out as you make yourself cum with me, letting out ragged moans mixed with high screams. You’re my dirty girl, and you’ve never looked better.