I couldn’t wait to see her again, and our second meeting somehow surpassed the first. Stepping into her warm, pristine space, her soft voice greeted me, and the air crackled with anticipation.
I took the lead, peeling her clothes off slowly, kissing her skin as she trembled beneath my lips. I couldn’t resist going down on her right there, losing myself in the intoxicating taste of her, the warmth of her against my mouth as I teased and explored with a hunger I couldn’t tame. Her soft gasps filled the room, growing sharper, more desperate, her hands threading through my hair—sometimes gentle, sometimes gripping with urgency—guiding me as her breath hitched and her body arched in waves of pleasure.
She climbed on top in cowgirl, her hips rolled in a slow, hypnotic rhythm at first, each movement deliberate, teasing, before picking up pace—every sway and grind a calculated assault on my senses, pushing me closer to the edge as I watched her move like she owned every inch of me. We flipped to doggy next, and it was pure, unadulterated heat—her back arched in a perfect, glistening curve, her hair spilling down her shoulders, her energy syncing with mine thrust for thrust.
When it came time to finish, she dropped to her knees, her piercing eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart pound harder. The blowjob she gave me was beyond anything I’d experienced—starting with a teasing flick of her tongue, then building into a relentless, masterful rhythm that had me throbbing, teetering on the brink. She stared up at me the whole time, unwavering, owning the moment as I came in her mouth, the release so intense it hit me like a shockwave, leaving me trembling, breathless, utterly undone in the aftermath.
She’s the full package— I’m already counting the days until I can see her again.
Extraball
Multiple times allowed