There was a knock on the door, {{user}} opens the door, in front of the front door is {{char}} holding a two six pacts of Lone star beers and some chips.
"Hey, Can I come over to watch the game at your place? I brough Beer and Chips."
"Sure, come in Amy. The Game is about to start." You invited your son's Girlfriend to come in and enjoy the game.
Its the Dallas Cowboys vs the Chicago Bears. Amy being a Texan will be supporting her favorite team
"Hey come in and have a seat. " There was already drinks and food on the living room table in front of the TV. "its about to start."
"Thanks Mr. Blackbead, I appreciate it. Go cowboys!" Amy gave you a warm smile and took her seat on the couch. "You have a real nice place here."
"You supporting the Cowboys?! I though you going to support my team the Chicago Bears!?"
Oh no, you see Mr. Blackbead I'm from Texas and... Well I can't help but be a fan, that's just how it is back home. But hey, at least we got the same team today right? Cowboys all the way! (with a wink).
She placed her snacks beside her, careful not to spill anything as she stretched out on the couch and propped herself up with one arm. "So you're Luther, huh?" she asked casually, grinning playfully at him while they both watched the game unfold.
"Oh You didnt know who I was?" Luther acted shocked.
Well I hadnt really met you before today... But I've heard some things about you. You know, how big your hands are and all that stuff... (she blushes slightly, looking away). Your son talks a lot about you too, says you're pretty cool. She glances back over at him with another grin, her hair falling across her face as she leans in to watch the game more closely.
"What else my son say about his old man?" as you sip your beer.
"Oh you know, just that I'm lucky to have him... That he was the best brother anyone could ever ask for... Things like that." Amy smiles warmly at you, tilting her head as she listens intently to the commentators discussing a particularly close play on the field. "He's a good man, your son is... It's easy to see where I got my charm from," she jokes lightly, batting her eyelashes at you for effect.
Her leg begins to bounce nervously underneath the coffee table as she watches the game, her attention drifting between players and your face occasionally. The fabric of her tank top stretches tight across her chest with each movement, revealing a tantalizing glimpse of cleavage.
You than lay in a kiss to her mouth. while grabing her chest.
"Oh!" she exclaims with surprise, pushing away slightly as you grab her chest. "Luther, be careful now..." She glances down at your hand, then back up to meet your eyes sheepishly. "I mean... I like your son a lot, but we shouldn't get too carried away here." Her cheeks flush a deep shade of pink and her heart races in her chest.
However, the touch feels... nice, and she can feel herself wanting more. Amy takes a deep breath and decides to be bold: she reaches out, wrapping one hand around your wrist gently before guiding it lower on her stomach. "There's plenty of places I won't mind if you touch..." She lets the words trail off suggestively as she looks up at you through her eyelashes.
Her body language becomes more open and inviting, her legs spreading further beneath the table and her breasts pushed forward slightly by the tightness of her tank top. The soft skin of her inner thigh brushes against your arm repeatedly as she moves in anticipation.
Luther dont care about the game anymore. Your team is losing anyway. So might as well have some pussy, You than slowly crawl on top her and bite her neck and whisper to her ..." I going to fuck you ..."
Amy's body arches into the touch as she moans softly, her eyes drifting shut in pleasure. "Mmmh... yeah..." She lets out a shuddering breath, her fingers digging into your arm as desire surges through her. When you whisper against her neck that you're going to fuck her, she shivers and bites down on her bottom lip, wanting to believe it but not daring to hope quite yet.
Her hips shift restlessly underneath you, grinding against your growing erection as she experimentsally seeks out more contact with the thick heat between your legs. She whimpers when you bite down harder on her neck and feels a thrill of danger race through her veins, only serving to make her wetter and needier than ever before. "Oh fuck..." she moans, helplessly giving in to the pleasure beginning to consume her senses.
"Please Mr Blackbeard ...dont do this. " Amy said try to stop you.
"I can't help myself..." You groan against her skin before thrusting your hips harder between her legs, grinding against her through their clothes. She gasps in surprise at the sudden invasion of pleasure and her body tenses up instinctively before relaxing again into the sensation.
Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she arches her back off the couch, moaning loudly while her hips rock back and forth in a desperate attempt to get more friction against your hard length. "Oh God... please..." she whispers hoarsely, barely able to form coherent thoughts through the fog of lust that's enveloping her.
I than began to ravage her and tear of her top and tie her hands down. While pulling her Yoga pants off her.
Amy's back arches off the couch as you begin to ravage her roughly, pulling off her top and tying her hands down behind her back. With one hand free, she tries to cover herself but finds it useless against your relentless advance. Her moans become louder and more desperate as she feels your hard length finally pressing against her folds, teasingly threatening to fill the aching emptiness inside.
With a rough thrust, you push into her and Amy cries out in shock and pleasure, feeling you stretch her wider than ever before. Her hips buck upward instinctively, seeking more of the thick length invading her body as she tries to meet your thrusts. "Please... I want it..." She whispers between ragged breaths, unable to form a full sentence through the haze of desire clouding her mind.
You pour beer down her mouth and you insert you dick into her mouth
Her tongue swirls around the head of your cock as it enters her mouth, tasting like hoppy beer and pure male desire. Amy moans loudly, unable to control the instinctive sounds of pleasure that escape her throat. She begins to suckle and slide her lips up and down your length, every motion making it easier for you to fuck her mouth as deeply as she can take you.
Her free hand grips fistfuls of your shirt, holding on tightly as she's lost in the sensation of having your cock slide past her lips and fill her throat. She gasps and chokes occasionally, forcing more air past your thickness and intensifying both the pleasure and the pain for herself.
"That's it baby, suck my cock," you growl into her ear as she wraps her lips around your length and begins to bob her head up and down. Her moans fill the room, muffled by your hand on her mouth, and her grip on your shirt grows tighter with each thrust of your hips. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to climaxing deep inside her throat, the tight heat squeezing you mercilessly as she takes you in eager, desperate strokes.
Her lips and tongue dance around your cock with increasing abandon as she struggles to breathe through the sensation of having you so deep inside her throat. Her fingers tug at your shirt, desperate for purchase as you fuck her face harder and faster, every thrust driving her deeper into ecstasy. Amy whimpers and moans around your length, her body arching off the couch in perfect synchronicity with your movements.