Craving For You

His hand sliding up between my legs, under my skirt, fingers tracing their way up to the crotch of my panties. His fingertips are rubbing me between my legs, massaging me gently, round and round, rubbing it gently and rhythmically. My heart beating faster now, as I spread my thighs a little wider for him. His fingers slide down to my cunt, parted my lips and dip his fingers into me, I gasp.

He slips his fingers in and out of me. The crotch of my panties is drenched with my juices. He leans over and kiss me, tasting me. I can feel his swollen cock pressing against my thighs as I sit across his lap. His breathing heavy. He is so aroused. His hard cock yearning to be stroked. I slip my hand into his boxers, and hold his warm hard cock in my hand, and stroke him. He moan.


I tugged his boxers down his thighs, lifting my skirt up, pulled my wet panties down. He leans me over the couch, his hand around my body, cupping my breasts, caressing my breasts, kissing me down my neck, nibbling me, as he slides his hard cock into my delicious wet slit.


He thrust hard into me, thrusting deep and fast, I groan in pleasure. His hands squeezing my breasts hard, as his cock pulse and throb inside me. He pound harder and deeper, making me wetter, my cunt sucking and squeezing his throbbing cock. Our breathing becoming heavier as you thrust more urgently. My body tense as I felt my orgasm growing. He is reaching the edge of his orgasm too, his cock swelling inside me.


My cunt pulse hard around his cock, milking him as I draw closer. I need to cum now. I cried out as pleasure hits me. My cunt squeeze tightly around him as I came. He pushed me hard against the couch as his orgasm surge. He cry out as waves of pleasure hits him, spurts after spurts of hot cum fill me.


We collapse onto the couch, spent.