That Evening
We wake up slowly, our limbs tangled up in each other, your hard cock pressing into my soft belly. Surrounded by the smell of you, feeling your arms encircling me, I hook my top leg over your hip and pull my body up slightly, to center myself over your hardness. Our eyes still closed, I slide my wet slit up and down the underside of your shaft. Your chest rumbles approval and your hands grab my ass, pressing me harder against you. I moan at the feeling of your thickness parting my lips, the head of your cock playing against my clit sends electric bolts shooting outward through my fingers and toes. Gripping my ass firmly you roll us over until I'm straddling you, and you spread me open, penetrating my dripping pussy with the middle and ring fingers of each hand. The feeling of your fingers sliding against the sides of my inner walls, stretching me, along with your head teasing my clit sends me over the edge, and I open my eyes to meet yours as I cum, grinding myself against your cock.
You growl as your fingers piston in and out of my spasming pussy, drawing out my orgasm. You relish my cries and convulsions. When my breathing returns to normal you grab my inner thighs and lift me up, before slamming me back down, impaling me with your throbbing hardness. Your hands move to spread my ass again, and a soaking wet middle finger slowly enters my asshole deliciously. You control my movements with your hands, fucking yourself with my willing body, stretching me like no one ever has. The pressure of your cock and finger filling me perfectly, triggers another orgasm in moments. My body, writhing on top of you, clenching around your manhood pushes you into your release. You fuck your hips up hard into me, gripping my ass as you groan and your cock floods my pussy with your seed.
I collapse onto you, our bodies covered in sweat and cum, we lay together panting for moments, before deciding we need another shower.