You enter the dorm room to find a beautiful young woman with long chestnut hair unpacking her suitcase. She is wearing a pink sweater, glasses, and skinny jeans. She appears startled when you first arrive, and you are confused as to why there is a girl in your room and not a guy roommate.
You have your room assignment which clearly marks that you are supposed to be in this room, Room 203. You see her paper which also states Room 203. There's definitely an error here as there's no way the school would let you room with a girl, as much as you would love that. You guess your next move should be finding the RA to ask what's going on.
"Ahh!" She jumps a little. "Oh- sorry. Hi there. Sorry, you scared me," she exclaims. "Who are you?" She turns to face you, and her skin is glowing.
I wave the paper, handing it to her to read. "I'm Dante. I think the school fucked up and put us in the same room."
*She takes the paper and looks at it, her cheeks turning red in embarrassment as she hands it back to you. "Oops...my bad..." She mutters under her breath. *
"Hey its not your fault. But I say we go and figure this out." He says, setting his bags down. Turning he walks to the door. "You coming with me?"
"Yeah..." Shelby hesitates for a moment before following after you out the door and down the hall to find the RA. She glances back at your room nervously as they walk.
*Shelby continues to follow you, biting her lower lip nervously as she does so. "So...what's your major?" She asks, trying to make small talk and calm herself down a bit.
"Animal behavior. I just like animals a lot. You?" he says, noticing her stressing. He places a hand on the small of her back, hoping to calm her down.
She lets out a shaky breath, then smiles at you awkwardly. "Um...I'm actually pre-med," she says quietly, a hint of a blush in her cheeks. "I like helping people."
"That's amazing." he says smiling at her. "And you're beautiful so that will help." he laughs.
Her cheeks turn pink as she giggles nervously at your compliment. "You're not so bad yourself," she says, looking you over with a hint of mischief in her eyes.
"Oh? So if we can't switch our rooms are you willing to stay with me?" he grins back, enjoying the game.
"Well..." Shelby begins, looking you over again and biting her lower lip thoughtfully. "I don't know...it could be fun living with someone like you." She looks down at your hand on her back before meeting your eyes again, a sly grin playing around the corners of her mouth.
She leans in closer to you, her breath tickling your ear as she whispers seductively, "You're not so bad yourself." A wicked grin spreads across her face.
He grins back at her, sliding his hand down to her ass, giving a little squeeze before removing his hand. "Let's figure this out then maybe we can go play a game in our room if we stay roommates."
She giggles and bites her lower lip. "Sounds like a plan," she says, looking up at you with sparkling eyes. As you continue walking down the hall to find the RA, Shelby takes your hand in hers, giving it a squeeze as they walk together.
Smiling sweetly at you, Shelby leans in and whispers, "I think I can talk the administration into letting us stay together." She giggles playfully, enjoying the innocent flirting they're doing as they walk down the hall.
"Well do your magic then." he whispers back, squeezing her hand."Because here we are." he says as they reach the RA desk, the receptionist smiling sweetly at them.
"Oh, we're just here to see if there are any other rooms available," she says innocently, batting her eyelashes at the receptionist. "We're both really looking forward to starting school together." She gives you a secretive smile, letting him know that they've decided to play along with her little ploy.
Shelby nods seriously and continues, "We really don't want to switch rooms at this point. It would be such a hassle." She glances over at you, silently urging you to play along.
"Yea, we already are pretty much unpacked. And we can always set rules between us." he winks at Shelby, letting her know that he doesn't plan that at all.
"Right," she agrees, nodding eagerly. "And besides...I think it'll be fun living with someone new! We could maybe play some games and get to know each other better." Her voice is warm and inviting as she gives the receptionist her best puppy-dog eyes, pleading for him to understand their situation.
The receptionist looks sympathetic, glancing between the two of you before reaching down to pick up a clipboard with some papers on it. "Well, let's see what we can do for you," she says sweetly, flipping through the sheets. After a moment or two of reading, she smiles and hands each of you a waiver to sign. "If you both agree to these terms, you can stay in Room 203 together. Just make sure to return them to me by the end of the day."
"Great!" Shelby exclaims happily, quickly signing her name and then handing it back to the receptionist before glancing up at you with a grin. "So...what do you say?"
Dante signs the form, handing it back to the receptionist. He turns to Shelby, picking her up and walks back to their room. "Living with such a hot girl. Who would've thought." he says, reaching their room door.
"Hey!" Shelby protests playfully as you pick her up, wrapping her arms around your neck and laughing. "You're so full of it. But thank goodness we get to stay together now. This is going to be such a fun year." She grins up at you as you reach their room doorway.
He opens the door and sets her down on the bed. "Now I gotta unpack." he says. He unpacks his bags, hanging up his clothes. "I'ma change my shirt." he says, smirking at her as he takes off his shirt, exposing his muscular upper body.
"Oh!" Shelby says in surprise as she watches you take off your shirt, revealing your toned physique. She blushes, looking away briefly before giving a nervous giggle and fidgeting with the hem of her sweater. "S-so...um..." Her voice trails off as she glances over at you again, biting her lower lip uncertainly.
He turns around shirtless grinning at her. "What?' he says, flexing into the mirror by her bed.
Her gaze flicks between you and the mirror as she watches your toned arms flex in front of her. "I-I dunno...you're just so...different than how I pictured you," she confesses, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
"In what way?" he asks cocking an eyebrow.
She bites her lower lip and thinks for a moment before finally saying, "I don't know...you seem much more confident than most guys I've met. And you're actually pretty good at talking to people too." Her cheeks turn slightly pink as she studies his back in the mirror.
"So? You like it?" he asks, slowly turning around to face her, a cocky grin spreading across his features.
"Besides, I don't want to sound prideful but I'm just a nice guy. And I don't wanna be lonely. And just look at me." he says, stepping closer to her bed. He leans down, pulling her up off the bed. "And your not what I expected either to be honest." he says, turning on some music, making her dance with him.
As the music begins to play, Shelby giggles and slowly gets up off the bed, letting you lead her in a simple dance in front of it. Her heart races as she feels your hands on her waist, pulling her closer to your body. "Well...I guess I'm not as shy around people I know," she admits with a shy smile, avoiding looking at you directly for fear that he might see the way her cheeks are flushing in embarrassment.
"I honestly thought you were a stuck up brat. Because of how you are dressed." he says, laughing.
"Oh, well...sorry about that!" Shelby exclaims, blushing even more as she finally musters the courage to meet your eyes. "I just like dressing nice and...and I try not to judge people too much." She giggles nervously and leans closer to you, feeling safer with your warm body pressed against hers.
"I'm glad I was wrong." he whispers, leaning closer to her. "I think this will be a wonderful time, living together." he says, their lips inches away. He keeps away, teasing her, trying to see what she will do.
Her heart races as you lean closer, your warm breath tickling her ear. She feels herself trembling with anticipation and can't help but sway against you in time to the music. Finally, unable to resist any longer, she closes the small distance between you, pressing her lips softly against yours.
He wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her closer, their bodies pressed together. He pulls away, breathless, smiling at her. "Yes, this is going to be very fun." he says, backing away. "How about we watch a movie beautiful?"
A shy smile tugs at the corners of her lips as she looks up at you after their kiss. She nods eagerly in agreement, feeling a thrill of excitement coursing through her veins now that they've taken things to this level. "Sounds like a plan," she whispers, walking over to sit down on the bed and patting the spot beside her.
"So...what movie do you want to watch?" she asks as she turns off the music, trying to play it cool but secretly relishing the intimate moment they just shared.
"I don't care. You pick." he says, smiling, unable to keep his eyes off of her.
"Um...how about that romantic comedy everyone is talking about?" she suggests with a grin, glancing at you from the corner of her eye. "I heard it's pretty funny." She pauses for a moment, then adds with a whisper, "And sweet."
"Sure, sounds good." he says, getting up to turn it on and make popcorn. Sitting down on the bed next to her he tries his luck and pulls her closer, and she lays on his chest between his legs.
Sinking further into the warmth of your body, Shelby closes her eyes and lets out a contented sigh as she listens to the movie. The popcorn smells amazing and the TV flickers against her eyelids, casting dancing shadows across the walls. Her heart flutters at the contact between your legs and she finds herself wishing they could spend more time like this...intimately close and completely comfortable with each other. Maybe there's hope for them yet, despite their initially bumpy start.
As she listens to the characters on screen exchange sweet nothings, she wonders if Dante might feel the same way about her as they do about one another. Her cheeks flush at the thought and she silently promises herself that tonight, when they both lay down to sleep, she'll find a way to let him know how she really feels...without giving away too much. After
The movie ends and they sit in silence for a few minutes. "Shelby?" he says hesitantly.
"Hmm?" She hums noncommittally, not quite ready to open up about her feelings yet but eager to see where this conversation might lead. There's an invisible thread connecting them tonight, and she wants to give it a little tug before letting go entirely.
"I just wanted to say that...thanks for everything tonight," he says with a small smile, his voice soft and sincere. "It really meant a lot, having you here." His hand finds its way to her arm, giving it a gentle squeeze before trailing down her side toward the crook of her elbow.
"And....I think I love you." he laughs at the absurdity of it. "I know it's crazy since we just met but I've never felt this way." he says.
Her heart flutters wildly in her chest as you confess your feelings to her, and she can't help but smile back at you. "Dante...I think I love you too," she whispers, almost afraid to say the words out loud but desperate for him to know how she truly feels. Her fingers hesitantly find their way up to his hand where it rests on her arm, lacing through his fingers and giving them a gentle squeeze in return. "I've never felt this way about anyone either...not even before."
There's a moment of silence as they both process these revelations, their eyes locked on each other's faces, searching for any hint of doubt or fear. But all they see is honesty and comfort, and in that instant they both know: they are in this together, no matter what the future holds. The weight of their words hang heavy between them, and yet somehow
He pulls her close, fusing his lips on hers. He pulls away, his hand on her ass. "The night is still young and I have an idea how to make this more fun."
Her lips part in surprise as you pull her close, their bodies melting together in an achingly sweet embrace. She lets out a soft moan into your mouth, eager to see where this night will lead with him now that they've both revealed their true feelings. Her fingers dig into his shoulders, tangling in the fabric of his shirt as he explores her lips and tongue with expert skill. "Tell me," she whispers between kisses, needing to know what you have planned for them next.
She feels your hand slip down, cupping her ass possessively through her pajama bottoms, sending a shiver of desire coursing through her entire body. The feeling is so intense that she can't help but arch into him, pressing herself even closer in eager anticipation of whatever comes next.
"I have vodka. Don't ask how but I do. And we could drink and play truth or dare." he says, kissing her neck. His hand squeezes her ass lightly.
Her heart flutters wildly in her chest at the thought of playing truth or dare with you, especially after their confessions earlier tonight. It's almost like a recipe for disaster...or the perfect opportunity to take things even further between them. "Sounds like fun," she whispers, her voice trembling slightly with excitement and nervous anticipation. "Lead the way."
Her fingers trail up your chest, tangling in the hair at your neck as you kiss and nibble along her jaw. She closes her eyes, savoring the warmth of your skin against hers and the gentle pressure of your hands on her body. This feels so right...and yet still so new. It's almost impossible for her to imagine how it could possibly get any better than this.
He gets up, going to retrieve the alcohol. He returns with three bottles and cups, grinning like a little boy. He pours out two cups. "Here's the rules. You don't wanna answer the question or do the dare you gotta drink." he gulps down a shot. "Sound good?"
"Yeah, that sounds fair," she says with a shaky laugh, trying to appear more confident than she feels about the whole situation. In truth, her heart is racing and her palms are sweaty at the thought of what might be revealed when they begin playing truth or dare. But there's something thrilling about pushing past that fear and embracing the unknown with you by her side. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself for whatever lies ahead.
As you pour them each a drink, she tentatively lifts hers to her lips, pauses for a moment, then gulps it down. The alcohol burns its way down her throat and into her stomach, causing a warm glow to spread through her entire body. "Alright," she says, her voice sounding slightly more daring than she intended. "Let's do this."
"Truth or dare?" he asks, grinning as he stares at her.
She hesitates for just a moment before deciding to go with truth. "Truth," she says, her heart racing in anticipation of what you might ask her. The alcohol already starting to take effect, making her feel slightly more bold and adventurous.
"Ok. What's your cup size?" he says, laughing as she blushes.
Her face flames even brighter at the question, her gaze darting away from yours as she tries to compose herself. "Um...well..." She clears her throat, taking a quick sip of her drink before continuing. "I'd say...probably about an E?" Her voice comes out sounding uncertain even to her own ears, but she forces a smile, hoping you won't notice how red her cheeks are.
Truth or dare?
"Hmmmm....Dare."
She blushes even harder at the thought that you don't believe her cup size and takes another sip of her drink before saying "Uh...dare you to..." She smirks, trying to sound confident despite her racing heart. Her gaze darts upwards, tracing the outline of his jaw with her eyes. "Dare you to kiss me right there," she murmurs, pointing toward his neck.
Her fingers tremble slightly as she waits for him to respond, her stomach doing flip-flops in anticipation of his lips against hers...or on that other spot. Her heart is racing so fast it feels like it might burst through her chest.
He smiles, leaning in kissing her neck. He builds the pleasure, kissing harder and nipping at her neck. He wraps his arms around her waist pulling her closer. He pulls back smiling. "Good?"
Her head falls back against his shoulder with a soft moan as you kiss and nip at her neck, her fingers digging into the fabric of his shirt as she arches closer to your touch. "Mm-hmm," she breathes out, her voice muffled against him. "More." The alcohol makes her bolder, more adventurous, and with each brush of your lips against her skin, she wants you even deeper, hotter...all over her.
She tenses slightly as she feels herself growing wet between her legs, the heat pooling lower and lower until it reaches the apex of her thighs, making it difficult for her to concentrate on anything else but how badly she needs this, needs you. The feel of your hard length pressed against her ass only serves to heighten the sensation, driving her wild with desire.
Truth or dare?
"Nope my turn. Truth or dare?"
Her heart is racing so fast she can feel it against her ribs as you kiss and nip at her neck. "Truth," she says between gasps, still struggling to catch her breath from your touch.
Truth or dare?
"Let's see. Are you a virgin?"
She bites her lip and nods slightly, not meeting your gaze. "Yeah." Her cheeks flush red again as she admits it to you. She tries to focus on what else you're doing, but it's hard with that knowledge hanging between them like a thick fog. It feels so intimate...and yet also a little unnerving.
Truth or dare?
"Interesting." he smirks, taking a shot. "Dare."
She looks up at you with wide eyes, her heart racing even faster now. "Um...d-dare..." she stutters, not quite sure what to say. Maybe it's the alcohol or just the way you're touching her, but everything feels so new and intense right now. She wants to make this dare as daring as possible, something that will really test your boundaries...and hers.
"Dare you," she begins slowly, swallowing hard before continuing, "to take me into the bathroom and explore my body with your hands." Her face flames even brighter at her own words; they feel so naughty rolling off her tongue like that. But there's something thrilling about saying them nonetheless, as if she's finally found the courage to ask for what she truly wants.
"With clothes or with out?" he asks, picking her up and walking to their bathroom. He closes the door setting her on the sink counter waiting for her response.
Her heart is racing as she stares up at you, her gaze darting between your eyes and your lips. She hesitates for just a moment before deciding to trust you. "Without...but I-I don't want..." Her voice trails off, unable to finish the sentence as she swallows hard. The truth is, she doesn't want this moment to end; it feels too intimate and special.
Truth or dare?
"What?" he whispers, wrapping his arms around her. "I won't do anything you don't want. Just tell me."
Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, she glances nervously up at you. "Okay...with clothes off," she whispers, drawing a shaky breath as she feels your hands moving lower on her back, pulling her closer to your hard body. With tentative fingers, she reaches for the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head before letting it drop to the floor with a soft whisper. Her skin tingles with awareness as she watches you undress as well, her gaze darting between your lips and your hands, unable to focus on just one thing for very long.
His hands slip off her shirt and he pulls at her waistband, kissing her passionately.
Her breath hitches in her throat as she feels your hands slide under her pajama bottoms, cupping her bare ass through the thin lace of her thong. The contact sends a wave of heat coursing through her entire body, making it nearly impossible to think straight. She kisses you back eagerly, moaning into your mouth as she arches against your touch, needing more. More of this intense pleasure, more of your hands on her skin...more of you.
Her fingers fumble with the tiny straps of her top before finally managing to slide them down her arms, revealing her lace-covered breasts to your hungry gaze. She shivers as your hot breath fans across her nipples, making them harden into tight peaks under her thin bra. Her hips circle restlessly against your palm, searching for friction, aching for release.
He slips off her pajama bottoms and panties, his hands exploring her thighs and ass as he kisses her stomach and thighs. He reaches up, unclipping her bra, letting it fall to the floor. He kisses right above her pussy, squeezing her ass.
She gasps as your lips brush against the soft skin above her pussy, shuddering with need as you tease her mercilessly. She arches into your touch, her fingers digging into your shoulders for purchase, needing something solid to ground herself as you send waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
With one last, heart-stopping kiss, you finally taste her, lips parting in a silent gasp as you explore the sweetness of her folds with long, lazy strokes of your tongue. Her hips buck against your hands, seeking more contact, more friction...more of you. Her fingers tangle in your hair, holding you close as she loses herself to the fiery sensations coursing through every inch of her skin.
She moans your name over and over again, each breath shakier than the last, as pleasure builds within her, climbing higher and higher
He reaches up, squeezing her breasts as he licks up her slit, tasting every part of her. He puts his tongue in her, eating her out with passion.
Her cries fill the room as you take her over the edge, your tongue and fingers driving her to ecstasy. Her body quakes with release, spasms gripping her inner muscles as waves of pleasure wash over her again and again. She clings to you, barely able to speak as she rides out the orgasm, her heart racing wildly against your chest.
Finally, as she comes back down from that intense high, she pulls away with a shuddering breath, leaning heavily against the bathroom counter. Her legs tremble weakly beneath her and she struggles to catch her breath. Even now, the aftershocks of pleasure course through her body, making it difficult to think about anything except how amazing that felt...and how badly she wants more.
"Truth or dare?" he whispers softly, wrapping his arms around her, just below her breasts, kissing her neck and shoulders.
Her cheeks flush at your question, even as she leans against you, enjoying the intimate contact. Truth...she thinks to herself. But then her gaze flickers down to where his hands are wrapped around her and a tiny smile plays at the corners of her lips. She knows the answer now; truth or dare won't matter much after this. "You can leave your hand right there," she whispers, nodding slightly toward his other palm, still resting on her hip. The feel of his skin against hers sends shivers up her spine and it takes every bit of self-control not to squirm or moan with pleasure again.
Her fingers brush lightly over the back of your hand where it's wrapped around her bottom, tracing tiny circles on your sensitive skin. "Or..." she trails off, thinking about what else they could do. "We can explore each other some more," she suggests,
He slips his hand across her body, stopping between her thighs, touching her wet pussy. "Let me be your first Shelby." he says, turning her so she is facing him.
Her heart pounding wildly in her chest, she stares up at you, breathless from the intensity of your words and touch. "D-dare?" she whispers, voice shaking with desire and uncertainty. She nods slightly, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as it finally sinks in that this moment is happening...it's really happening.
Her fingers tremble as they slide up your bare chest, tracing tiny circles around your nipples before moving higher still, tangling in your hair as she pulls you down for a hungry kiss. Her lips part under the pressure of yours and she tastes herself on you, moaning into your mouth as desire courses through her like wildfire.
Her hips move restlessly against your hard length, seeking comfort and connection even in this most intimate of moments. She wants more...she needs more...and she isn't sure if she
He slips his hand across her body, stopping between her thighs, touching her wet pussy. "Let me be your first Shelby." he says, turning her so she is facing him.
Her heart races as he slips a finger inside her, filling her with his touch. She gasps, arching into the sensation, needing more. "D-dare?" she whispers shakily, tears welling up in her eyes. His finger moves deeper, finding rhythm inside her, and she moans against his lips, lost in the pleasure. Her hands move to his shoulders, digging in as he takes her higher and higher with each stroke. She's never felt anything like this...wanted anything more.
"Let me fuck you." he whispers against her lips, he slows his fingers, switching the pace constantly.
She shudders as you whisper those words against her lips, her body burning with desire for you to take her completely. "Mm-hm," she moans, arching into your touch even more, needing the release he promises. Her hands clutch at his back, urging him closer still. The pleasure building inside of her is nearly unbearable, a white hot wave of sensation that threatens to consume her entirely.
He unbuttons his pants, slipping them off, standing naked. He steps to her, kissing her, his massive dick pressing against her stomach.
Her breath catches as you step closer, your naked form towering over her, the heat of your skin burning against her sensitive flesh. As you kiss her, she feels your hard length press against her stomach, sending a jolt of desire racing through her entire body. She moans into your mouth, urging you on with every touch and movement.
Her fingers dig into your shoulders, nails leaving small trails of blood as she tries to steady herself against the overwhelming desire coursing through her. She whimpers into your mouth, lost in the heat between your bodies. Her hips push upward against your bare thigh, aching for the feel of you deep inside her.
He picks her up, holding her by her ass and walks to the shower. He turns on the shower, the warm water making her gasp as he explores her body with kisses.
Her back arches into your touch as you carry her to the shower, her body tingling with anticipation at the feel of your lips against her skin. As the warm water washes over them, she lets out a moan, her fingers digging deeper into your shoulders. Her hips gyrate instinctively against yours, hungry for more contact as you explore her body with kisses and gentle touches. Her breath catches when she feels your erection slide between her legs, teasing the sensitive folds of her sex. She pulls back, looking up into your eyes, searching for some sign of what comes next. "Please," she whispers, neediness echoing in her voice.
"I won't hurt you. I promise. Just tell me to stop if you can't take it." he says, taking her hand, looking into her eyes, the shower water cascading around them.
Her heart thunders in her chest as you hold her gaze, your words sending shivers down her spine. Her fingers tremble slightly as she squeezes yours in reply, nodding slowly. "I trust you," she whispers hoarsely, feeling the emotion well up inside of her. She's never felt this way before, never been so open and exposed...and yet at the same time, more alive than she's ever been.
Her hips push forward eagerly as you slide your length into her, filling her in one powerful stroke that takes her breath away. Heat spreads through her core, making her muscles clench tight around him in response. She bites down on her bottom lip to muffle a cry of pleasure, arching her back and meeting your kiss as you thrust deeper.
Her nails scrape against the tiled wall behind her as you claim her body with your own, every thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her head falls back, lips parted in a silent moan, as she feels herself growing ever closer to the edge. Her hips rise to meet yours, urging you on, needing more and more of this intensity that only seems to exist when you're together like this.
The water streams down her skin, mingling with their combined heat and wetness as they move together in a frenzy of lust. Shelby can feel herself teetering on the brink of release, the sensations building within her growing unbearably tight, but she doesn't want this night to end. Not yet. Not when it feels like everything between them is just beginning...
He leans in, kissing her neck. He thrusts harder and deeper, claiming her. "Fuck...I'm going to cum." he groans, nipping at her ear.
She cries out, her body trembling as she feels you start to lose control beneath her. Her own release building higher with every thrust and moan that leaves her lips. The hot water cascades down their bodies, mingling with their sweat and passion, making the already intense sensations feel even more exquisite.
She arches her back off the wall, seeking deeper contact as she comes undone beneath you. Her nails dig into your shoulders, leaving tiny red half-moons in their wake, and her hips buck wildly against yours, meeting every thrust with equal force. Her voice breaks free in a shuddering cry of pleasure as her body convulses around you, the intensity of it stealing her breath away.
For a moment, everything seems to stand still...and then you groan her name and she feels the hot rush of your release filling her up even further. She closes
Her head falls back against the tiled wall, her eyes sliding shut as she tries to catch her breath, her chest heaving with every ragged inhale and exhale. The aftershocks of pleasure course through her body, leaving a trail of delicious warmth behind it like a comet's tail. She leans forward, burying her face in the crook of your neck, taking comfort from the solid feel of you pressed against her as she tries to make sense of what just happened...and how she can possibly want more.
"Good?" he asks, rubbing her back. He pulls back staring in her eyes, trying to see what she feels.
Her cheeks flush with color as she looks up at you, unable to meet your gaze. "Mm-hm," she finally manages to croak, her voice thick and rough from the pleasure that still thrums through every inch of her body. It's only now that the reality of what they just did starts to sink in...and she can feel a mixture of guilt, exhilaration, and desire swirling around inside her like a tornado. "But I-I don't want it to end," she confesses softly, wrapping her arms around your waist and leaning into you. "We could stay...?"
His hands fall to her ass, squeezing hard. He slides his dick between her thighs, sliding back and forth on her skin. "Turn around. Face the wall with your ass towards me." he whispers, kissing her passionately.
She turns around slowly, biting her lip as she feels his hard length pressed against her ass. She braces herself against the wall, hands braced above her head as she waits for him to make the next move. Her heart is still racing and her body tingles with anticipation, needing more of this intense connection they've shared tonight.
He slowly pushes into her soaked pussy, grabbing her hips. His whole length slips into her pussy. He thrusts deep and harder, as his hand slides around her body to stroke her clit.
Her breath catches in her throat as you fill her again, each thrust sending jolts of pleasure racing through her body. "Oh God..." she moans, arching her back as his hand finds her clit. The sensation is almost too much, but she doesn't want it to stop...she needs more and more of this wild, desperate need that he seems to ignite within her. Her fingers grip the tile behind her, digging into the cold surface as she feels herself begin to build toward another climax, higher and stronger than before. "Don't s-stop," she pleads, her voice breaking as she struggles to keep up with the intensity of your movements. "Please."