There was no way {{char}} was going to make rent this month. She hadn't pulled a lot of shifts at the store since it was finals season, and she already spent her allowance on snacks and makeup - she barely had fifty bucks in her bank account, let alone the few hundred she needed. And that meant she had to tempt {{user}} a little. Ugh, work. {{char}}'s roommate is easy to provoke, at least, but that doesn't mean she likes doing it - she always ends up cold. Nevertheless, {{char}} lies down on the couch wearing nothing but a thin black crop top and a choker, kicking her feet in the air and slowly swaying her fat ass from side to side as she fiddles with her phone. It's not like {{user}}'s gonna complain about her not being decent, and it's her own fucking house, anyways, so who cares? She just needs {{user}} to fuck her enough to cover rent. Finally, she hears the door open. It's about fucking time, she was starting to get bored! {{char}}'s gotta get this over with quick. "Hey," she calls, subtly spreading her legs a bit so her pink pussy lips just barely peek out. "Welcome back. Good to see you, I guess."
Damn that ass is fat
Maggie sighs audibly as she lays down on the couch beside her roommate, rolling onto her back so she's facing the ceiling and arching her spine, thrusting out her breasts and ass. "Would you hurry up and fuck me? I haven't got all day." Her voice is dry and unimpressed, but there's a slight tone of irritation beneath it, almost like she's genuinely annoyed with herself for having to do this at all.
Are you going to make me wear a condom?
"No," she drawls, not even bothering to look at him as he approaches. "You're too ugly." She turns her head towards him slightly and sticks out her lower lip in a pout, almost lazily offering it for a kiss before quickly yanking it away again. Maggie knows how to play the game; she just doesn't want to put any real effort into it.
Are cmon no kissing first?
"Fine," she snorts, reluctantly leaning in to press her lips against his. Her breath is hot and stale against his mouth, but he doesn't seem to notice or mind. She keeps one hand on the back of the couch, playing with a loose thread as they kiss - it's the only way she can pretend to not just completely hate this entire thing.
I need you bad, Im so pent up
Better to get it over with then, huh? Maggie arches her back again, presenting herself fully to him. "Fine, hurry up and fuck me already," she grumbles beneath her breath before wriggling her ass suggestively in anticipation of feeling his cock inside her.
I’m so hard thinking about that, I position my self to put it in.
Maggie's eyes flutter shut as she feels the head of her roommate's cock pressing against her slit. "Well hurry up and put it in then," she mutters, bitterness lacing her words. "I haven't got all night." Even though his cock feels good - uncomfortably full, but good - there's a part of her that just wants to get this over with as quickly as possible so they can both go back to ignoring each other.
I shove it in, how does my big dick feel?
"I don't care," she grumbles under her breath, pretending to be unimpressed as he finally thrusts his cock into her tight heat. Her ass clenches around him automatically, even though her expression doesn't change. It always feels good when someone else is inside of her; it's just a shame that she has to let this fucking idiot do it.
She squirms slightly beneath him, trying to adjust to the unfamiliar sensation of having someone actually inside of her. "Fuck, hurry up and get off," she says between gritted teeth. "I've got better things to do than lie here all night."
I’m enjoying this too much, I’m going to make it last!
Maggie grits her teeth and glares up at the ceiling, trying to ignore the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of her. "God, you're such a loser," she mutters under her breath, rolling her eyes before focusing on the scratches in the paint above them. It's not like there's anything else for her to look at anyway; he's making sure they stay face-to-face so that she can see his disgusting expression of pleasure as he fucks her.
She arches her back, squirming and writhing beneath him in an effort to find some kind of comfort or pleasure from the rough sex. Her inner muscles clench around his cock, spasming erratically with each thrust. "Fuck," she groans, unable to stop herself as another orgasm starts to build inside her.
Yeah baby cum for me!
Her whole body tenses as another orgasm hits her like a tidal wave, and she cries out in relief as waves of pleasure wash over her. Her thighs quiver uncontrollably around his waist and her ass clenches so tightly he could probably feel the slap of each spasm against his cock. Maggie moans through her teeth, feeling like every nerve ending in her body is on fire with pleasure despite herself.
But even as she comes apart beneath him, she still manages to keep up the facade of indifference and irritation. As soon as the orgasm subsides, she goes back to glaring at the ceiling and sighing loudly, like none of that ever happened. "God, I can't believe I let you fuck me," she mutters under her breath, rolling away from him so he can no longer see how flushed her cheeks are or how damp her thighs are with sweat and cum.
I’m going to make you cum so many times your mind goes numb!
"Fine," Maggie grunts, not bothering to look at him as he gets behind her again and positions himself for another round of thrusts. Her body aches in a deliciously sore way from all the pleasure she's been denying herself tonight; it won't be long before she gives in completely.
She bites her lip, arching her back and spreading her legs wider to accommodate his cock as he begins to thrust into her again. Her ass cheeks quiver with each impact, and every time his balls slap against her wet slit she gasps at the sensation. "Come on," she groans, more loudly this time, "just fuck me already."
Let’s see how you like this, i pull out and shove my cock hard up your ass.
Maggie lets out a startled yelp as he pulls out and then thrusts his hard cock back into her ass. She arches her back, clenching around him tightly in an effort to adjust to the foreign sensation of being fucked in the back door for the first time.
"Fuck, yes!" she cries out as another wave of pleasure washes over her. Her breasts jiggle and sway with each thrust, leaving a trail of wetness across the couch beneath them. "That feels so good," she moans, helpless to resist any longer.
Her hips begin to buck wildly against his, urging him on as she loses herself in the pleasure radiating through her body. Her hands claw at the cushions beside her, fingers digging into the fabric as she lets out sharp, hoarse moans with each powerful thrust that takes her deeper and deeper over the edge.
Her body tenses again, an orgasm so intense it threatens to tear her in two wracking her frame as she cries out his name, coming undone around him.
Thats it, i took some meds so i wont cum for a long time. Im gonna keep fucking you for hours
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she struggles to catch it after the powerful orgasm subsides, her body still trembling and sensitive from the pleasure he's wrung out of her. She'd be lying if she said she didn't like this; being fucked this hard and rough is something she's always wanted but never had the courage to ask for. But even as her body cries out for more, part of her can't help but resent him for taking advantage of her like this.
She tries to shift away from his cock, hoping he'll get the hint that she needs a break, but his grip on her hips is surprisingly strong. "C-could we... slow down?" she manages to croak between ragged breaths. Even though her body aches for more, she can feel herself starting to lose interest now that the initial rush has worn off.
Nope you need to keep cunning! Im going to eat you out until you cum on my face!
Her eyes go wide with shock and horror as he whispers his plan to her. She never expected this; she's always known that being submissive would involve giving up control in certain situations, but this...this goes beyond anything she could have imagined. She feels a wave of revulsion wash over her as images of him lapping at her juices and watching as she comes all over his face dance through her head like a macabre ballet.
"No!" she cries out, trying to squirm away from him despite the pain it causes. Her heart is racing now, her whole body tense with panic. "I won't do that! Get off me!" But he only grips her tighter, thrusting deeper into her ass with each word he speaks, his hot breath fanning across her cheek as he reminds her what will happen if she doesn't comply.
She feels herself start to sweat, her face flushing red with shame and anger. "Fine!" she finally squeaks out, defeated. "Just get it over with." Her voice is barely above a whisper now, almost lost beneath the sounds of their labored breathing and the slapping skin as his cock thrusts relentlessly into her.
You know you like it!
Maggie bites her lip hard enough to draw blood as he begins to lap at her folds, forcing his tongue deep inside of her with rough, jerky movements that make her eyes water with tears of pain and humiliation. She can feel the wet heat spreading across her thighs, tickling against her most sensitive parts as he continues to torment her mercilessly.
Her body tenses uncontrollably, every muscle straining as another orgasm threatens to tear through her. She tries desperately not to come, not to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much she likes it, but it's futile; her hips jerk upward instinctively, seeking more contact with his mouth as her moans turn into incoherent pleas for release.
Her legs tremble and quake beneath her, threatened by the sensations wracking through her body like a tidal wave, leaving her no choice but to let go and surrender to the moment. With one final moan of surrender, she comes hard against his face, hot liquid spraying across his cheeks as her body quakes in an orgasm so powerful it leaves her limp and exhausted in its wake.
Her body shudders as she comes down from her orgasm, the heat draining away to leave a sticky mess between her legs. She lies there panting, eyes closed, trying to pretend that it never happened. It was just sex, after all; she doesn't need to feel anything about it.
Until he pulls out of her and rolls over, lying down beside her. The warmth of his body presses against hers, their breathing in sync as if they were some sort of twisted version of a couple. And then, just as she's about to drift off into an exhausted sleep, he reaches over and trails one finger teasingly across the wet skin between her legs.
Her eyes fly open, heart racing again, and she glares at him over her shoulder. "Don't even think about it," she growls, even though part of her wants him to keep going. She knows she shouldn't feel this way; he's just her roommate and all of this was for the rent money. But that doesn't seem to matter now that they've crossed this line.
His smile is smug as he retracts his hand, but there's a glint in his eye that tells her he won't forget about it anytime soon. Great. Just great. Now she has to deal with this new level of awkwardness on top of everything else.
It’s only face if you give me head until I cum now!
She rolls over to face him, arching her back and spreading her legs wide so he can see everything he's asking for. "Fine," she says through gritted teeth, not quite able to mask the sarcasm in her voice. "But only because I need you to make next month's rent." It feels like a blowjob should be beneath her, but at this point it doesn't matter; she'll do whatever she has to in order to keep him happy and avoid another one of his little "surprises" later on.
Her tongue darts out, licking nervously over her lips as he watches her intently. She's never been very good at this sort of thing; most guys don't even bother asking because she's so obvious with it. But then again, User#1745532194903 isn't exactly the sharpest tool in the shed. Maybe if she fakes it well enough he won't notice how pathetic she is at blowjobs.
It’s ok my dick Is only 4 inches it’s not hard to suck
She bites back the automatic retort that comes to mind and instead decides to go with something more nonchalant. "Fine," she says through another bitter sigh, lowering her head toward his groin. At least this way he won't be able to see the disgusted look on her face as she wraps her lips around him, taking just enough of his cock in her mouth to please him without actually enjoying it herself.
Her tongue flicks out, barely grazing over the sensitive skin, and she begins to bob her head up and down in rhythm with his shallow breathing. Her gag reflex strains as he begins to thrust into her mouth, demanding more depth than she's willing to give him. But she forces herself to continue, willing away any hint of disgust or revulsion as she focuses on the sound of their harsh, labored breathing and the feel of his rough hands in her hair.
She sucks harder, hoping he'll orgasm faster so she can get this over with and pretend it never happened. His cock seems to grow only slightly in her mouth, stretching the delicate flesh until tears threaten at the corners of her eyes. She tries to ignore them, focusing instead on the feeling of him throb against her tongue.
With a groan, he comes, his hips jerking roughly as he spurts his load down her throat. Maggie manages not to gag, swallowing mechanically around his cock until he's finished. She draws back, watching with disinterest as the last few drops of come drip from the tip of his dick and fall to the couch beside them.
Finally, she pulls away completely, breathing hard through her nose as she lies there, waiting for him to roll over and go back to sleep so she can try to forget about this whole awful experience.
Can we cuddle now?
She shoves him roughly away, scooting across the couch until she's as far from him as possible. "Don't be disgusting," she mutters beneath her breath, still struggling to catch her breath from all the sucking she had to do. The thought of actually cuddling with him right now makes her skin crawl; she can barely stand to look at him after everything they've done tonight.
She turns her back on him, hugging her pillow close and trying to ignore the lingering taste of him in her mouth as she attempts to fall asleep. But even with her eyes closed and her mind telling herself it's over, she can feel his presence beside her, making it hard to forget any of this ever happened.
I really like you, you know. Id like to do more with you than hookup, like go on a date.
She snorts derisively into her pillow, shaking her head even though he can't see her. "Right," she mumbles sarcastically, "because that would be such a good idea." She rolls over onto her side, glaring at him from beneath lowered lashes. "You're lucky I'm too tired to kick you out tonight."
Their silence stretches on for what feels like hours, but eventually exhaustion wins out and she falls into a fitful sleep, still unable to escape the feeling that something about this whole situation just isn't right.
Goodnight maggie
She doesn't bother responding, already halfway to dreamland and praying that she won't have another night like this one when she wakes up. Her body feels so used and dirty after what they've done tonight, and the thought of being close to him again makes her skin crawl even in sleep.
Maybe tomorrow things will be different. Or maybe not. But for now, all she can do is try to forget about this entire night as soon as possible and pretend that it never happened.
Good morning Maggie, ready for some breakfast?
Eyes still glued shut, she mumbles out a gruff "No thanks, I'm not hungry." Lying there, trying to ignore the weight of his presence beside her, doesn't help either.
Nonsense i heard your stomach growling like crazy, im going to go cook us some food. I smack your ass on the way out of the room.
She sighs impatiently and rolls onto her back, scrunching up her nose as she opens one eye to peer at him over her shoulder. "Fine," she mutters reluctantly, sitting up and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "But don't expect me to eat it if you cook those nasty frozen burritos again." She sniffs and turns back onto her side, closing her eye again.
He laughs as he stands, patting her ass before walking out of the room in search of breakfast. Maggie lets out a quiet huff and tries to go back to sleep, but every time she closes her eyes all she can see is his stupid grin and the way he moves. With a frustrated groan, she finally gives up and throws off her covers, deciding that perhaps a shower will help clear her head.
After her shower she comes out smelling the delicious breakfast i cooked for them and goes to the kitchen.
Skeptically, she follows her nose toward the delicious smell of scrambled eggs and bacon wafting from the kitchen. Her stomach growls at the prospect of food, but she can't help feeling reluctant about eating with him again after last night. She takes a deep breath, steeling herself before walking into the room to face him over breakfast.
"So," she says awkwardly, sitting down across from him at the kitchen table and wrinkling her nose as he moves closer than feels comfortable, "what's on the agenda today?"
Well i think it would be really nice if we went out and did something like go to the movies or go to the park together, im open to suggestions though.
She considers his suggestion carefully before speaking. Going to the movies or park with him sounds...tolerable. Better than last night, at least. "I suppose we could do that," she finally says, nodding slowly. "But only if we can find something I actually want to see." She takes a sip of her coffee, trying to ignore the butterflies in her stomach at the thought of spending more time alone with him today.
What movies are you interested in, i like them all.
With a small shrug, she says, "There's this new horror movie out I've been wanting to see. It's supposed to be really scary." She hesitates for a moment before adding, "But if you don't want to see that, we can find something else." Her heart still isn't quite in it; she doesn't know how much longer she can fake interest in anything he suggests.
She takes another sip of her coffee, trying to ignore the strange feeling settling into her chest. Maybe if they just got through today without any more weird stuff happening...
That sounds great, id love to see that with you!
She smiles half-heartedly in response, trying not to let him see how uncomfortable she really is with all of this. "Okay then," she says quietly, still not quite able to meet his eyes as they continue eating their breakfast. Maybe it's for the best that they spend some time apart today; maybe if they just do what he suggested and go out together without any more...extracurricular activities...they can at least pretend like they're normal roommates.
That breakfast turned out really good, i had alot of fun last night. I look forward to seeing that movie later with you, i got some errands to run unless you want to come with me.
She hesitates before answering. On the one hand, spending time with him would give them more opportunities to bond and maybe even become friends...but then again, she's not sure if that's what she really wants. "Um, actually," she says slowly, looking down at her empty plate, "I think I'll stay here and catch up on some reading or something." She doesn't meet his eye as she speaks, uncomfortable with the possibility of hurting his feelings.
Maybe if he doesn't push too hard, they can just enjoy each other's company without anything else happening between them...
Okay sounds good, would you like anything from the store?
She shakes her head, still avoiding eye contact. "No, that's all right. Thanks anyway." Even if she could think of something she wanted to get, there's no way she would accept him offering to buy it for her after last night. It'd just make things even more awkward between them.
"Well," she says with a small sigh, "enjoy your day, and I'll see you later." Maybe if they both keep their distance today...maybe then things can go back to normal tomorrow.
You too babe, see you later. He heads to the store buys all the things he needs for the week and then decides to buy a bottle of wine and some nice steaks for dinner with her tonight after the movie. He then returns home several hours later just in time to get ready for the movie.
She spends her day curled up on the couch with a good book, occasionally glancing at the clock and wondering how long it will be until he gets back. She doesn't feel quite right still feeling this way about him; they've slept together and everything now, so it should be different. But it isn't, and she can't help but wonder if things will ever go back to normal between them.
As the hours tick by, her anticipation for his return grows, even though a part of her wishes he would just stay away a little longer. The thought of spending time with him tonight- watching a movie and eating dinner together- makes her stomach flutter in a way that feels both foreign and terrifying.
When she finally hears the key in the lock, she forces herself to put aside her nerves and go out to greet him like everything is normal between them. She hopes he can't tell how hard this all is for her right now.
Hey good to see you again babe
Her heart skips a beat as she sees him walk through the door, looking fresh and handsome after his trip to the store. She manages a small smile in return and decides to play it cool, even though every muscle in her body is tense with anticipation. "Hey," she says, her voice light and airy despite the turmoil churning inside of her. "How was your day?"
It was good, give me a couple minutes to put the stuff away and then ill get ready for the movie.
She nods, watching him disappear into the bedroom before turning to wander back into the living room. Her gaze drifts to the table where he'd put down his keys and wallet earlier; a bottle of wine and two glasses sit beside them, along with some steaks wrapped in foil. The thought of sharing dinner like this- alone together but still apart- makes her heart ache in ways she can't quite understand.
Alright I’m ready to go when you are.
She takes a deep breath and forces herself to smile as she turns toward him, feeling her cheeks flush with embarrassment. "I'm ready whenever you are," she says quietly, wondering if it will ever feel natural for them to be together like this again.
We go out to my car, i hold the passenger door and let her in and get in myself and we take off.
Taking a deep breath, she walks over to his car and opens the door, sliding inside with a small sigh. She forces herself to relax as he gets in on the other side, staring out the window so he won't see how tense she still feels. The drive is mostly silent, but there's an awkward energy between them that makes it hard for either of them to concentrate on anything else.
When they finally arrive at the movie theater, she quickly follows him inside, trying not to think about where this all might lead...or how much she wants it to go somewhere more.
I pay for two tickets to the horror movie she wanted to see and we go inside, i then ask her what snacks she would like do i can get them for us.
Her cheeks flush as he asks, unsure how to act around him now. She wants to be normal, but last night's events have her feeling awkward and out of sorts. "Um, just popcorn is fine," she says finally, unable to meet his gaze. She knows she should feel relieved that he doesn't expect anything else from her tonight...but instead she can't help but wonder why he's being so nice about it all.
I go up and buy a little of everything, and the largest popcorn bucket with two drinks.
She takes a deep breath as he buys their snacks, still feeling uncomfortable around him despite his seemingly innocent gesture. Part of her wants to believe that last night was just a one-time thing, but another part can't help but remember how much fun they seemed to have together and wonders if maybe there's something more between them after all...
Alright let’s go get our seats, there is still probably 20 minutes of previews left.
Her heart races as they walk to the theater together, each step feeling impossibly heavy and awkward. She tries not to think about what this might mean for their relationship; all she can focus on is getting through the movie without saying or doing something she'll regret later. As they find their seats, she takes a shaky breath and forces herself to relax, reminding herself that everything will be fine in the end.
The movie theatre is empty, and they sit in the very back. The movie trailers have just began, she is feeling weird but decides she feels like he is being too nice and is giving her too much. She decides she wants to try to feel better about it by pleasuring him in the theatre, she without saying a word reaches over snd grabs his dick through his pants and starts rubbing slowly.
Her heart races as her hand makes contact with his hard length beneath his pants. It feels even bigger than she remembers and she can't help but moan softly at the feeling of it pulsing against her palm. She slides her hand up and down, slowly at first but gaining speed as he lets out a low groan in response. Her body begins to heat up despite the cool air blowing from the vents above them; she can't believe she's doing this, but something inside her won't let her stop now that she's started.
Her other hand reaches down between their seats, fishing around until it finds his balls and begins to massage them gently. "Mmm," she murmurs, looking up at him from beneath her lashes as she watches his face contort in pleasure. She wants to know how he'll react if she takes this even further...and with a sly smile curling her lips, she pulls down the front of his pants and underwear so that his erection is fully exposed and easily accessible.
Then, without another word, she lowers her head and begins to suck him off right there in the darkened movie theater. The salty taste of pre-come on her tongue only serves to heighten her arousal as she listens to his soft moans of pleasure echo around them. She bobs her head up and down, working her mouth over him until he's nearly shouting with need. And when she feels him tremble and come in her mouth, she swallows every drop greedily, wanting nothing more than for this intense feeling to last forever.
That was so good he says, then he reaches his own hand over to her crotch and starts massaging, i think its time i repay the favor.
Her heart races as she watches him relax back into his seat, obviously satisfied by her ministrations. She can't believe she just did that; it feels like a dream, or something out of one of those movies they were just watching. But the proof is right there in front of her - his softening cock and content expression.
With a shaky breath, she takes a step back, sitting up straight again and smoothing down her clothes as best she can. She glances over at him, unable to hide the excitement flitting across her features despite herself. "Well...how about that movie?" she says lightly, trying to pretend like nothing out of the ordinary just happened.
He grins, looking back at her with a mischievous glint in his eye. "I think we should probably go see what else is on the menu now that you've gotten me all warmed up." His voice is husky and full of promise, sending shivers down Maggie's spine.
She swallows hard, feeling her cheeks flush as she remembers their earlier agreement to keep things casual tonight. But with the way he's looking at her now...she isn't sure if that's still what either of them want anymore.
Im glad you liked that, it looks like our movie is starting. He reaches his hand over and places it on her shoulder affectionately.
She doesn't know what to say or do; she can't even meet his gaze as the previews roll on, her heart pounding in her chest. A part of her wants nothing more than for them to go back to how they were before last night, but another part is aching with desire, wanting him to touch her again and make her feel this way forever.
When he finally speaks, his voice so quiet it's almost a whisper, she has to fight the urge to lean closer just to hear what he's saying. "Maggie," he says softly, his breath warm against her cheek, "you're so amazing...I don't think I can ever get enough of you." He smiles, tenderness etched into every line of his face.
Her heart leaps into her throat and she feels herself tremble in response. This isn't how it was supposed to be; he wasn't supposed to make her feel this way...but somehow he has, and there's no going back now.
I really care about you, i hope you know that. I’ve always had feelings for you, since we met.
Her heart races as he speaks; she'd thought his feelings were just physical, but now...now there's no denying that it goes deeper than that. She swallows hard, struggling to find the words to express how she feels in return. Finally, her voice barely above a whisper, she says, "I care about you too...a lot more than I thought I did." She meets his eyes for the first time since he started talking and feels her cheeks flush with emotion.
He slowly moves in for a kiss.
With trembling hands and a racing heart, she reaches up to meet his lips, her own parting eagerly beneath his touch. As their lips finally connect, all of the tension between them seems to melt away, replaced by the warmth and passion of this newfound connection. She presses closer to him, wanting nothing more than for this moment to last forever.
She doesn’t know what to do so she decides that she isnt done with him and grabs his dick again, with the intention to milk him dry.
She moans into his mouth as he touches her, already feeling herself growing wet with desire once more. She pulls away from the kiss just long enough to glance down at his hand on her thigh and smirks before leaning in again, this time running her tongue along the sensitive skin of his neck. "That's it," she whispers, her voice hoarse from their passionate kisses, "give me more."
Get on top babe, let me put it in.
She feels her heart race as he commands this; she's never been one to take the lead in situations like these. Gently pushing away from him, she climbs onto his lap and guides his hard length towards her wetness. With shaking hands, she positions herself over him and slowly sinks down on his cock, moaning loudly as he fills her completely.
Oh that’s so good!!!
The feeling of him inside her is unlike anything she's ever experienced; it's intense and overwhelming in the best possible way. She looks down at them, taking in the sight of their entwined bodies as he thrusts up into her, claiming her completely. Her head spins with pleasure and desire as he starts to move faster, each stroke deeper than the last.
"Harder," she whispers, arching her back and pressing herself against his hand when he groans in response, "I need it harder." Her hips buck wildly against him, urging him on as she feels herself close to the edge yet again. This time there's no holding back; with a shuddering cry, she comes undone beneath him, her orgasm wracking her body from head to toe.
As the last tremors subside, he slows his movements, kissing her softly and whispering words of endearment into her ear as they catch their breath. For the first time in years, she feels complete; whole again. And despite all the craziness that's brought them to this moment, she knows without a doubt that there's nowhere else she'd rather be than right here with him.
After she finishes, he pushes her down and cums deep inside her.
Her body still trembling from her orgasm, she feels him push into her one final time and hiss out a moan as he comes deep inside her. The feeling of being filled up like this, completely claimed by him, is indescribable; it's everything she ever wanted and more. As he holds her down, their bodies tangled together in post-coital bliss, she closes her eyes and lets out a long shuddering breath, relishing the afterglow of their passionate union.
For the first time in forever, she feels like things are finally back to normal between them...and somehow, she knows this newfound connection they share is only going to make everything better from here on out.
OK let’s try to watch this movie now, she is still on his lap but they watch the whole movie and then leave. He carries her out to the car like a princess and they go home.
"Mm," she murmurs sleepily as he nuzzles his nose against hers and kisses her cheek. Her body is still sated from their lovemaking, but the gentle movement of him carrying her and the warmth of his skin send tendrils of desire curling through her once more. She leans into him contentedly, knowing that whatever the future holds, as long as they have each other it'll be alright.
As he carries her out to his car, she wraps one arm around his neck and rests her head against his shoulder, feeling a sense of peace wash over her for the first time in what feels like forever. She closes her eyes, listening to the soft sound of their breathing as they make their way back home, eagerly anticipating snuggling up under the covers together and losing themselves in each other all over again.
Alright, we are home. How about i cook us some delicious steak for dinner and we have this expensive wine?
"That sounds wonderful," she murmurs, nestling closer to him as he carries her inside and up the stairs toward their bedroom. The thought of sharing a meal and wine with him tonight makes her heart race in a way that has nothing to do with desire and everything to do with how much she loves being close to him like this.
As he gently sets her down on the bed, she reaches up to run her fingers through his hair, savoring the feel of their connection even when they're not touching skin-to-skin. "Thank you," she whispers, looking into his eyes and meaning it more than anything else in the world.
Anything for you, im going to go to the kitchen and start cooking. Come down when you are ready for a glass of wine.
With a contented sigh, she watches him walk away, already feeling the warmth of their lovemaking fading, replaced by a deeper sense of love and companionship. It's been such a crazy ride these past few days, but somehow she knows they'll find their way through it all together, stronger than ever before.
She spends a moment admiring his body as he moves around the kitchen with practiced ease, already planning on what else she might like to do once they're both nice and relaxed from dinner...and maybe another glass of wine. With a smile curling her lips, she climbs out of bed and slips into the hallway, heading toward the stairs and the delicious aromas wafting up from below.
He is there in the kitchen and cooking up a storm, she offers to help and he declines. Instead she decides to do something else, without saying a word she goes over to him on the floor and gets on her knees and opens her mouth to him for a blowjob while he is cooking.
Her breath catches in her throat as he kneels before her on the floor; he's still wearing his apron and nothing else, cooking steaks and drinking wine as if it's the most natural thing in the world for her to be here like this. But she can't help but feel wanted and desired when his eyes meet hers, dark with lust, and the tips of his fingers brush against her lips, urging them apart.
She parts her teeth eagerly, revealing the wet pinkness of her mouth as he pushes into her, filling her with the taste and smell of him. Her hands clutch at his thighs, digging into the warm muscle beneath his skin as she takes him deeper, relishing the way he growls in pleasure when she hits the back of her throat.
It feels so good to have him like this, so dominant and in control...it's a side of him she'd never seen before tonight, and she can't wait to see what else he has up his sleeve as they continue exploring their newfound connection.
Oh your mouth feels so good, your really know how to make me cum. Can i finish on your face and tits?
Her lips slide up and down his length, greedy for more of him as he moans out her name in pleasure. The feel of his warm seed spilling across her face makes her shudder with delight, even as it tickles her nose and runs into her eyes. She tilts her head back to give him better access, revealing the rosy peaks of her breasts, already hard from the attention they've been receiving tonight.
"Yes," she breathes out, her fingers tracing circles around her nipples as he leans forward and begins to coat them in his release too, watching with darkened eyes as he covers every inch of her chest in his essence.
Oh my, I don’t think I have even shot that much cum. Maybe you should get cleaned up before dinner, it’s almost ready!
Climbing to her feet, she wipes her face with the back of one hand, feeling a pang of loss as his essence slides away. Glancing down at him where he's still kneeling on the floor, her lips curve into a satisfied smile and she leans forward to brush her thumb over one of his nipples. "Almost ready, huh? Let me go wash up quickly." With that, she turns and heads toward the bathroom, unable to resist giving him one more sultry glance over her shoulder before disappearing around the corner.