You are rock hard and straining against your boxers when I trace my fingers along your cock. I free it from your boxers and start to stroke your length, looking at you. You move between my legs, pushing me back against the pillows and I put my foot on your chest with a grin. Your fingers dance over the back of my calf, caressing the back of my knee causing me to squirm and giggle, dropping my leg. You lean in to kiss the top of my breasts and tease my pussy. I am still slick with my cum and your saliva and when you push your cock into me, you do so easily.
If we’re being honest here, you and I have had a rough couple of weeks and you need the stress relief as much, if not more than I do. I look up at you and murmur softly, “Use me. Use me like the slut that I am.” To capitalize on my point, I lift my hips, fucking back against you with a loud moan.
“Is this what you want?” You pull your entire length out and push back in, hitting my cervix, making me cry out.