Page 107 of S is for SEX

“Fuck yes,” she wailed. “I’m going to come all over you.”

She continued to thrust her hips back and forth, tossing her head from side to side as she did. Her hair bounced about, falling down and partially covering her boobs, only to be tossed to the side with the next stroke.

As I felt her contract around my shaft, I held my breath.

“Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuuuuuck yes…” she moaned as she held the entire length deep inside of her.

I felt myself begin to swell.

Slowly, she lifted herself up the shaft.

After holding still for a short second, she shoved it deep again.

I arched my back, opened my eyes, and absorbed every ounce of her being.

And I burst inside of her.

She let out a moan of pleasure, and although she held still, her vaginal walls massaged my cock, milking it of every drop of cum.

“Fuck yes,” she breathed as she collapsed on top of me.

I pushed up on her shoulders, lifted her from me, and gazed into her eyes. “You think you’re done?”

“My pussy’s throbbing,” she said.

“Fuck my mouth,” I demanded.

“No contrast,” she said.

I shook my head and stared. “Excuse me?”

She grinned. “Let’s fuck each other’s mouths.”

There was no doubt about it. We were truly cut from the same cloth, and there was no contrast between us.

She rolled over, turned around, and lowered her pussy onto my face. As I shoved my tongue deep into her, she wrapped her wet lips around the head of my cock. Thrilled that I was erect again, I fingered her pussy for a moment, and then slid my finger deep into her ass. She responded by taking my entire shaft down her throat. I flicked my tongue against her clit.

She repeatedly forced my cock against the back of her throat.

No contrast.

I wouldn’t want it any other way.

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