She lay there gasping, not even really comprehending, the sensations running through her. But, she realized it was not even over, as she saw him on his knees between her legs, holding his cock. In the soft moonlight coming though the window, she could see him looking at her. He looked at her with such desire and longing and passion. It made her feel beautiful and loved, in a way she never had before.
Looking down at her, he thought god what a beautiful pussy. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit, mixing his pre-cum with her juices. It felt so good to him. He messaged her clit with the head of his cock and then rubbed it up and down her slit again. Finally unable to contain himself, he pushed into her. As he did, he heard her moan and he felt her muscles contract around him, accepting it, loving it. She was so hot there, so wet. He lowered himself down to wrap his arms under her back. Kissing her nipples, one at a time, she started to cum again. He thrust deeper. Withdrawing almost all the way out, just leaving the head in, and then violently thrusting back in. Then slowly, gently withdrawing to the head, again, only to thrust back in savagely. In and out he went on like this. Gently out, violently in. She quivered. She trembled. She even clawed at him. She didnβt know what to do. She came, over and over, each one better than the one before. She thought she would die of orgasm overdose!
She looked up at him and said, "Cum sweetie, cum.β
β I want u to fill me with it.β She grabbed her legs and pulled them high in the air, to accept him deeper. "Please lover I want you to shoot it into me, I want it to fill me.β Her cooing driving him on, he slammed into her savagely thinking only of his pleasure.
His cock twitching inside her, she felt another tremendous wave cumming. "AHHHHHHHHH,β they both yelled together as their mutual climax came crashing in on them.
Exhausted they collapsed in a love heap.
Later that night she awoke finding herself alone. She felt as if she had dreamed it. But, the pleasurable soreness she felt and her wet pussy told her, he had been there. Who was he? How did he get in? And, where had he come from? These things did not concern her as much, as when was he coming back? She smiled the smile of a lady in love and rolled back over.