Page 18 of Eight Naughty Notes

His hips started pumping, and when I looked up with a dick filled mouth, I met his seductive eyes.

“You do that shit good, Tori. But I’m not ready for what you’re trying. Not yet.” After a few more sucks, he pulled out from my mouth with a pop.

I pouted but turned my back to face him and put it in the air the way he liked it.

“That’s right. That’s my pretty ass.”

I arched my back and sat it up for him the way he loved it and waited for my reward. He slid into my slowly and I cried out.

“And this,” he hissed out, “this is my pretty, pretty pussy.” So juicy.” Thrust. “So wet.” Thrust. “So warm.” Thrust. “Perfect pretty pussy.” Deep thrust.

I moaned out. “Yessssss, yes. Your pussy.”

“Mmmmhmmmn. I know.”

His thrusts came hard after that. Hard long strokes that I took. Every inch of him, I took. I let him spank my cheeks, grab my waist, and pull me back onto his dick. I bounced and I rolled. I came on his dick two times in that position, but it wasn’t until he placed me on my back and slid up in beneath my thighs and entered me slowly that he decided to let himself go. Our eyes connected, and so did our spirits. We kissed and held each other tightly that our hearts beat in sync with each other, and when I started rocking beneath him, my canal rippled around him and didn’t stop. It sent him tumbling into that place, and me too. We flew into outer space, where lovers go when they reach the ultimate pinnacle together. With tears formed in my eyes, I looked at him with wonder.

How could I keep things casual between us when he was everything I always wanted? He always had been.

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