The snow falling on the back porch is getting nothing but deeper by the time we get back from our walk around the block to look at the whitewashed neighborhood. Stomping our feet off at the door, you shiver. “Babe, I’m cold,” You tell me with gloved fingers on my jacket. “Well then let’s get you inside and warmed up beautiful.” I reply while unlocking the door for us. The house is warm and smells like cinnamon from the candle we left burning on the mantle. I watch your pink and black socked feet kick off your boots before you flop onto the couch. “Are those your tall socks?” I ask with a hint of desire in my voice. “Mm-hmmm,” you slyly confirm. Leaving my boots and coat behind me I climb onto the couch with you, snuggling up close to your warm body. As we kiss I hear your breaths get deeper and more forceful with every pass of our tongues over each other. You want me to take you, I know your signs. The way your hand lays on my chest and inches down before forming a fist and returning upwards. Your leg over mine, pulling us closer. You want me inside of you.
My mind wanders, thinking about the things I want to do to you; how I want to make you burn with ecstasy. I don’t notice at first your hand going down further until I hear your pants unzip. My hand reaches for what I’m certain is an already wet delight in your pants. You catch me and pull my hand back up. “Mm-mm-mm,” You hum with a finger over my lips. Standing up from the couch and standing over me, I sit forward on the couch, heart beating fast in anticipation of the fun we’re going to have. Your scarf whips as you pull it from your neck and lean over me, making sure your breasts press against my cheek while tying my hands behind my back. I can see your panties peeking through your opened zipper; the bright pink silky ones that feel so fucking good when you grind on my cock with them. I lean back as you peel your pants off, showing off the rest of your panties as well as proving that you do indeed have on the thigh high socks I thought you did. With only a few inches from the tops of the cotton on your thighs to the dark pink spot growing between your legs, I couldn’t picture a fantasy I’d want more. You’ve always known that they’re my weakness, your sign to me that you want me to fuck you senseless. I can feel my pants holding tight against my hard dick, showing it as a silhouette against me. You sit on my legs facing me, pushing my head back a bit so I’m not too close for you to pull your shirt off in that way that only girls can do, with your arms crossed at the bottom and then pulling up gracefully displaying your breasts cupped beautifully by a pale pink bra, complete with little skulls. Your shoulders flex back as you pop the strap loose. Slowly lowering it, pretending to be bashful as you let it slide off of you and onto my lap. I feel my dick jerk, wanting to ravage your snatch. I only want to more as you slid forward, rubbing your tits in my face, my mouth desperately trying to find one to tease. I hear your breath start as your nipple is grazed by my teeth. You pull my face into your chest while your other hand pleasures yourself. Your fingers press past my lips with the taste of your sensual juices. I can feel my own pulse against my pants, craving to be touched. You slid down my body, kneeling in front of me. I lean my head back while you take my pants off, letting my erection stand tall for you.
My eyes close and my chest rattles when I feel your tongue trace around the head of my shaft. The warmth of your mouth over my rock hard cock is reason enough for me to let out a grunt of pleasure. Fuck you know how to make sure that feels good. I look down to see you staring back at me with lust in your eyes as your lips slip up and down my length. I want to hold back cumming, not yet. Not- fuck, I can’t wait. With something between a moan and a shout I feel my seed spray out and in your open mouth. The gulp of you swallowing every drop of it makes me wish I had lasted longer.
“You had better not get soft on me.” You say as firmly as your grip is around my dick. “I’m not done with you yet,” you say with a sly smile. Standing up, you turn and pull your panties down, bending over just so that your wet pussy brushes my slightly softened cock. No no no, stay up, stay hard, we have to keep going! I’m trying to will myself to hurry up for round two. Sitting back on the couch next to me, you lean and kiss me while wrapping your soft and soaking wet silk panties around my struggling dick. Your hand works up and down, spreading your slick cum over me and coaxing me back to peak size. “That’s more fucking like it.” You firmly say as you pull away from my lips.
Facing away from me you sit on my lap, letting my cock go between your legs and in front of you, pressing your wet pussy against my pelvis. Your soft panties still tease me before you pull them away and press me inside of your dripping slit. Your moans drive me almost as mad as your slick and incredible snatch does as it pulls tight against me, going up and down and gyrating with your hips. If my hands weren’t behind my back, they’d be full of your bouncing breasts, cupping them tight. You abruptly stand up, almost making me lose it by the sudden movement. “Wait here,” You tell me as you slip down the hall.
I pant, waiting for what feels like an eternity for you to get back. When you do finally return, you sit on my lap again, forward of my wet spear. You lean forward, showing me perfectly your grooly pussy. You press a stainless steel plug with a purple gem in the cap into your slit, spinning it to make sure it’s coated well in your hot cum. When you pull it from yourself and place it against your asshole I watch in amazement. The tip begins to go in and then is stopped. You press harder, forcing only the jewel to remain visible with a high pitched “oh,” from you. You then grab my dick, still well lubricated by you and you lead it back into you. I can feel the bulge from the plug against me as you ride me like an untamed horse. The flash on the gem visible between slapping down on me, your nearly constant moan. I struggle to keep from pouring my cum deep inside of you.
“Baby- baby I’m fucking close,” I say through moans and sighs. You slide off of me, turning to face me. “I’m going to cum all over your cock,” you explain as you sit on me, letting me reenter your pussy. “ and you’re going to cum inside of my sweet tight cunt until you spill out of me.” Your last words are whispers in my ear as you untie my hands. They immediately find your cotton covered thighs, the feeling of them against my skin driving me wild. We move in rhythm, your hips rocking against mine as you bury me deep inside of you. Your hands hold my face while we kiss between gasps. Mine are now on your tits, keeping your nipples hard and entertained. Your so close, cum for me, yes. Yes! Just like that, keep rubbing your snatch down on my and pressing your clit into my pelvis. You take a deep breath in and I feel you squeeze me even tighter as you press down hard one more time, holding the pressure there without breathing for a second before letting out a loud cry of your orgasm. “Fuck, oh fuck,” you moan “cum with me, cum with me,” you plead. With a sharp thrust up that makes you squeal I finish inside of you, feeling it gush from inside of me to inside of you. You bounce on me again, keeping our orgasms going.
You stand up and I can still watch your pussy spasm as my cum runs down your leg, leaving a trail of my sticky mess. Your fingers catch it as you play with yourself, sharpening the spasms. After bringing your fingers to your mouth and sucking them dry you keep your eyes locked to me. “Round three is in the shower.” You say with a wink. “Last one there has to give oral!” I don’t even try to beat you up the stairs, it’s only fair I eat you out now, like that’s a punishment anyway.