This is a story I wrote an email lover this morning, I thought I'd share wit you all.
You're always on my mind
Want23explore
The sun peaked under the drawn shade waking me, seeing your spent body naked on my sheets, breathing peacefully, body relaxed. The scene serine, sharp contrast to the past sixteen hours.
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I went out to start the coffee pot I insisted on readying, my OCD pissing you off, your pouty mouth so adorable, your passion erupting.
We rubbed each other's cocks on the ride home, we entered the house erect and I stopped just to get my morning Joe ready.
"Fine..." you said and to your knees you went, down my shorts fell, in my cock pushed and deep did you throat me in minutes.
"Gafftt!"
I pulled out after stroking your face cunt several times. Then back to the coffee I went somewhat oblivious to the obvious sex I could be having.
"Fuck you!" you said, running into the bedroom, I laughed and finished. A few minutes later stood in the doorway.
"Such a little diva!" I said, my 6'3" 220 lb frame dwarfing yours dancing at "Foxy's", kissing your neck, perfect 5'6" 170 lbs, smooth skinned like mine, beyond my type.
I moved in and stripped at the end of the bed, your hands moving swiftly ditching your tank, jeans and panties.
"You wanted to see..."
"Face down!" I commanded, moving to you, slapping your ass cheek left, then right, over and over. "Why did you turn into such a little bitch!"
"Fuck me Daddy!" you exclaimed, my cock plunging into your raw, modest sized, still tearing more than sliding, you were ready hadn't eaten in 24 hours, I pushed deep into you.
"OH GOD!" your pain made my heart swell, glad I could be of pleasure with pain. "Fuck!!"
I rocked your ass, numb from multiple orgasms over the past three days, you begging me to fill your ass, instead pounding you relentlessly, I saw the groan in your eyes.
I reached around and stroked your cock, about my size, fit nicely, the precum lubricating until I felt it pulse and spurt, catching your load.
