tell me you ‘forgot’ a condom but youll only put the tip in, then that feels so good you put it all in and promise to pull out, eventually i lose count of how many loads youve dumped in me but it feels so good and its too late to stop you now
These past few weeks have been full of confounding feelings. Feelings like a total inability to stop thinking about you. About that kiss. Feelings like dreaming of you when I'm asleep. And in fact preferring sleep because that is where I might find you. A feeling that is like torture. But one which I cannot, will not, do not want to give up.
Literally one hot carriage hookup and five minutes later:
walk up behind me, flip up my skirt, move my panties to the side and slip your cock in whenever you want. keep pounding me over and over and over again until i’m struggling to stand properly. when you cum, keep going. use the old cum for lube. only leave me when you want to, but leave me a sore, used, dripping mess.
wake me up by settling your cock in between my ass. slide it up and down, softly groaning in my ear as precum leaks from your angry tip, anxious to slip into my wet hole. when i roll over onto my front, climb on top of me, spreading my thighs apart slowly to not wake me up. lick two fingers and slide them into my pussy, getting me just wet enough that it’s easy for your dick to push in. slowly push your cock in, easing it in inch by inch, my hole clenching softly as i get used to your girth. when i start to stir, take the plunge and start properly fucking me. slam your dick into me again and again, whispering in my ear “i’m so sorry, i had to, you looked so pretty” as you violently pound me into the bed.