Page 94 of S is for SEX

“What’s up?”

It was apparent in my excitement to get started I had called her before I was really prepared to talk. After mentally fumbling with a topic of conversation for a few seconds, I just blurted something out.

“Are you and Mark still dating?” I asked.

“No, I haven’t seen him in, I don’t know, like a year. Seriously? Has it been that long since we talked?”

“I guess.”

“So what’s been going on?”

“Well, I tried the dating online thing, and it was awful.”

I felt the tip of Luke’s cock against my inner thigh. I glanced over my shoulder. Standing behind me, he pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it on the floor beside his shorts. I did my best to mentally prepare for…

Oh Jesus.

I grunted as Luke shoved me full of dick.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” I said in a muffled groan. “I just bumped into the counter.”

He began to slowly fuck me from behind, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle while talking on the phone.

“Ouch. I hate it when that happens. Well, yeah. Like on what? Match dot com or whatever?”

He increased his pace slightly. I pressed my forearms into the counter and sighed. As I exhaled, he shoved himself balls deep into me and held it. The tip of his dick bottomed out and I lunged forward, exhaling again, but this time slightly heavier than before.

“Hello?”

Lost in the feeling of having Luke fuck me again, I had completely forgotten what was going on.

Oh fuck.

“Yeah, sorry. I was thinking. Uhhm. Tinder. I was on Tinder for a while.”

I sighed lightly at the sheer joy of having his cock inside of me.

“Sarah had really bad luck on there. All she got was a bunch of creeps.”

He began to powerfuck me, pounding himself as deep as he could and pressing my hips into the edge of the countertop with each thrust of his hips.

“Me…too…” I grunted.

The sound of his hips slapping against my ass echoed throughout the kitchen.

“Am I on speaker?”

“Yeah,” I breathed. “Cooking. Hands. Are covered. In stuff.”

He continued to pound away, his balls banging against my clit with each powerful stroke. The sheer size of his thick shaft stretched my pussy to a new limit, and as painful as it was at first, it was a pain I was now enjoying. I closed my eyes and bit into the inside of my lower lip. Whoever said size doesn’t matter had never been fucked by a cock the size of Luke’s.

Size was everything.

Size was the difference between simply getting off and having a mind-blowing orgasm.

Now that I had been filled with Luke’s cock and experienced a life altering degree of climax, I realized I was ruined for anyone in the future who had an average-sized dick. If Luke ever stopped fucking me, any future prospects would have to show me the size of their package before I would even agree to let them buy me a drink.

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