A Good Ass Fucking on the Couch [F/M] | 2016

Unlike 99.5% of all Americans, we start our evening without the television. As you skillfully uncork a bottle of red wine, we begin our meal preparations together. I like how you ask me about my day. You like how I lightly brush my hand across your back as I walk by to get to the refrigerator. As the sun sets we light the room with candles instead of with electricity. The mood for the evening is set—it’s about being together and nothing else.

Properly satiated from a home cooked meal, we find ourselves kissing on the couch. Like school kids who worry about being caught by our parents, we keep our clothes on. Tugging my hair to get to my neck, you devour my earlobes. When I reach over to the rising bulge in your pants, you lightly brush my hand away. We’re going to remain innocent a little while longer.

Finally, your mouth presses into my hard nipples. Bra intact but pushed out of the way, you lick and suck my firm, white breasts. I tell you how much I want you and you laugh as you begin to reach your hands up my skirt. Let me see how badly you want me . . . . Hmmm? How does that feel? Your fingers are inside my panties teasing me with light touches barely nicking my clitoris.

Even though we have a room with an empty bed only twenty feet away, we remain on the narrow couch. You flip me onto all fours and pull down my panties, as you stick your tongue between my butt cheeks. I wiggle with pleasure as you prime my asshole with saliva. I reach down between my legs and play with my pussy as you slowly push your way into my tight orifice.

Once you are all the way in, the gentle man I know and love turns into a beast whom I love that much more. You pummel my hole with your cock while I stroke myself furiously. At first you have your hands on my hips, but then you decide I’m not feeling enough pain, so you tug on my hair, forcing my head back as you thrust into me again and again.

I cum hard and furiously, and yet you keep at it. I’m spent; I feel as though I’m drowning and cannot get enough air. Your rock hard penis moves in and out as the front of your thighs smack into the back of mine. I want to crumple in a ball, but you keep on fucking me. Then it happens. You remove your cock from my ass and slide it in my pussy. I gasp, clench my teeth, and gush like a geyser. Your fluids combine with mine, and we fall together into a heap of damp ecstasy.

You slide your fingers in between mine, grab hold so we’re a coupled fist, and slightly nibble my ear as you purr: So, what’s for dessert?