lovingfingers
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Thursday night - on top of Megan
I let out a low moan, as the feel of the cheeks of your ass pressing against my cock took me by surprise. We ground against each other briefly, each of us wanting me to enter you. And God did I want you...
But I also wanted that fever which consumes you some times, when your want makes you non verbal, a bitch in heat. My lips and teeth were nibbling the side of your neck, when I got a notion. I brought my hands to your shoulders and grasped them. In one quick motion I rolled over to one side and onto my back, pulling you with me. When we came to rest, you were lying on top of me, your ass still pressed against my hips, humping my cock.
I felt your hands move down towards me cock, and your hips shift. Before you reached my manhood though, I caught your hands and lifted them up and behind our heads. I pressed your wrists together and clasped them with one hand, holding them firmly.
I spread my legs a little, then bent them at the knees, interlacing my calves with yours, spreading your legs and holding them. I whispered in your ear, "You are not going anywhere."
My free hand could not begin to trace down your throat and over your collarbones. I idly pursued a random course, moving fingertips over your torso, breathing a little harder every time I moved over your breasts. My hips rolled each time I felt your hard nipples. Your skin was becoming moist and your breathing more ragged as brushed your hips and flat belly. Your mons, shaven so beautifully, drew my hand like a magnet. I carefully explored between your spread thighs, not touching your clit, by sliding in and amongst your wet folds and furrow.
And all the while, I ground against your ass, the slow movement of my cock against you a continual reminder of how I could be inside you...
I let out a low moan, as the feel of the cheeks of your ass pressing against my cock took me by surprise. We ground against each other briefly, each of us wanting me to enter you. And God did I want you...
But I also wanted that fever which consumes you some times, when your want makes you non verbal, a bitch in heat. My lips and teeth were nibbling the side of your neck, when I got a notion. I brought my hands to your shoulders and grasped them. In one quick motion I rolled over to one side and onto my back, pulling you with me. When we came to rest, you were lying on top of me, your ass still pressed against my hips, humping my cock.
I felt your hands move down towards me cock, and your hips shift. Before you reached my manhood though, I caught your hands and lifted them up and behind our heads. I pressed your wrists together and clasped them with one hand, holding them firmly.
I spread my legs a little, then bent them at the knees, interlacing my calves with yours, spreading your legs and holding them. I whispered in your ear, "You are not going anywhere."
My free hand could not begin to trace down your throat and over your collarbones. I idly pursued a random course, moving fingertips over your torso, breathing a little harder every time I moved over your breasts. My hips rolled each time I felt your hard nipples. Your skin was becoming moist and your breathing more ragged as brushed your hips and flat belly. Your mons, shaven so beautifully, drew my hand like a magnet. I carefully explored between your spread thighs, not touching your clit, by sliding in and amongst your wet folds and furrow.
And all the while, I ground against your ass, the slow movement of my cock against you a continual reminder of how I could be inside you...