As I 'm deceased in your bed, flashbacks of the night before wake you to a soaking wetness between your second joint. At first, you think of simply masturbating while lying next to me. But the proximity of pleasure giver quickly persuades you to climb aboard. You straddle my shank, planting osculation along my chest. Oddly enough, it feels forbidden but ripe. You reach behind your soft cheeks and stroke my waking member. With you gratis hand, you cup your knocker teasing your mammilla in the procedure. You can experience your wetness as your juice begin to surface my abdomen in a tripping sheen of your excitement. You adjust your pelvic girdle, roll and slip the oral sex of my thick dick between your juicy and rap mouth. Your juices make for a slightly slicker than usual penetration, but between your tightness and my girth, you still have to push down into my lap.

I awaken feeling my throbbing putz being enveloped by your tender and sopping pussy. I put my hands on your hips and guide your dance as you sink profoundly. You feel that familiar pressure as my dick reaches your cervix and pushes on your walls. You roll your hips again bottoming out and taking me Lucille Ball deep. You feel so entire, so live ... Especially when each pounding of my swelling shaft sends bolts of electrical energy through your core.

Just minutes before, you might have been concerned with waking your roommate. She 's expressed to you her many frustrations but certainly her unfitness to see her boyfriend during the quarantine. But here you are, whimpering like a little slut trying to keep quiet while fucking yourself on your favorite dick. You feel your first of all sexual climax soma and you cease to handle. You moan aloud shivering from exhilaration while you ride. My clench on your shank encouraging you to baby yourself. Your head rocks back as your orgasm crashes into your pussy. I can feel you squeezing as I thrust my hips up into your womb. `` eff ! '' you scream, surely waking your Quaker in the side by side way. The creaking bed giving away our legal action, your bucking hips taking charge from your increasing tier of sweet pleasure. You recognize the subtle but trenchant humming sound. She 's masturbating. The thought of her vibing her kitty while listening to you get fucked gun trigger another release, this time squirting on me and splashing as your hips thrash.

Your phone vibrates illuminating the room in it 's unreal glow. You put a finger's breadth to my lips as you reach for the gimmick. It 's your boyfriend, piece of tail ! He 's sent you a putz pic with the caption `` we miss you ''. The erect penis in the photograph gives you pause, it 's not enough. Your pussy power play difficult as you feel a slight pang of guilt as you feel my throbbing member kiss your cervix again. The finger on my lips slips between my lips and I bite before sucking on the digit. Another shot of pleasure. Your head shoots back again as you cum on my cock once more. Your body shakes and a finger's breadth accidentally hits the phone icon before you place the phone face down.

The unmistakable sound of vibrations are now accompanied by gentle moans and the sound of wet, slick skin being manipulated. We can both hear your roommates ragged ventilation in the next room between our own groan and whimpers. What we ca n't hear is the `` hello ? ? '' on your phone. But what your boyfriend hears is the clear phone of a woman in the throe of ecstacy. Unsure of his emotions, his inferior cock convinces him to enjoy and savor. His hand works itself around his member and towboat as he listens to you cumming.

We change positions, me pushing your head into the pillows and pulling your coxa in the air. `` I 'm about to fuck the hoot outta this pussy ... MY slit '' I announce. You purr, `` Yes, sir, fuck your kitty-cat ''. I push through your swollen and gaping back talk, forcing any trap air out. The resulting wakeless giving way to you walls suctioning around my length. I grab your hips, pulling you back. `` oh fuck, you get so late like this ! '' you exclaim, your roommate shrieks next door reminding you that we have an interview. I proceed to hurl and pummel your snatch into submission just like I had done hours before, before the roomy arrived home. Pulling your head back by your haircloth, I grab a tit on one hand as I fuck you with dominance and power from behind. Your pussy dripping wet and the sound of increased respiration sign your moment of truth. Your hand reaches back to my hip in a futile try to get me to pull out. I push in deep screw you knockout and faster. The moving ridge of your climax take over. Your sole concern is your pleasure. Your hands clutches balling up the sheets in their grasp. That fellow sensation ... My puffiness, forcing, flexing ... A heavy slap to your ass nerve ! `` OH FUCK, CUM IN ME ! ! ! ! '' You scream. A thud in the succeeding elbow room and audio of a vibrator on a hardwood floor. Your undercover caller-out 's cum coating his fist wrapped around his rapidly shrinking phallus. My hammer lodged deep, throbbing and erupting ... Spraying it 's seed thick interior, it 's warmness radiating through your precious pussy. Your body thrashes as you cum once again reeling at the sensation of my cum spewing into your unprotected and fertile uterus. You pass out.

You awake just a few import later disoriented. A buzz from your phone. A text message from `` BF ''. `` I do n't know if I should be pissed off or not, but that was hot as perdition. I guess we 'll talk about it later though. '' It read. You shrug confused before checking the message he sent earlier only to realize that at some tip you called him in the midriff of the night. `` oh fuck '' you mutter to yourself before realizing I 'm no longer there. Your hand traces the abstract of my signifier imprinted on the sheet. A shiver in your pussy. A moan. But from who ? You exit the bedroom and hear slurping. Rounding the niche to the kitchen, you see me holding two glasses of water naked, your roommate, also naked, kneeling in front of me, my gumshoe in her mouth .... Her sloppy wet cock sucking suggesting she enjoyed the performance. You and I make eye liaison. I look down at the roomy, `` How does she taste ? ``

'' Mmmmm .... So good ''