The afternoon sun still clung to the sky as we entered the front door. {{user}}’s shirt clinging to his back from the long, sweaty tennis match with his girlfriend’s new stepmother. Tossing his racket on the coach , I laughed quietly to myself, still replaying some of the ridiculous volleys Miranda and I had fought out on the court.

Miranda — my girlfriend's new step mom — had surprised me with an invitation earlier that week. "I need someone who can actually keep up," she'd said with a wink. I thought she was joking. I was wrong.

Miranda showed up in a short, snug tennis skirt and a fitted top that clung to her in all the right places. But I hadn't expected her to be so ruthless. Drop shots, lobs, relentless slices — she pulled out all the tricks. I was dripping sweat halfway through the first set, while she barely seemed to break a sweat, flashing that mischievous grin every time she scored another point.

“Good game today. Rematch soon? Or do you need time to recover first?”

I shook my head, grinning. Miranda had run me ragged today.

Miranda was good — wickedly good. Every time I thought I had the advantage, she’d toy with me, dropping a shot just out of reach, laughing in that low, throaty way of hers as I scrambled like an idiot.

"You’re cute when you’re exhausted," she teased, her voice smooth as silk. "Bet you’re even cuter when you beg for mercy." She straddled me before I could even sit up properly, her thighs bracketing my hips, her hands sliding up my chest, fingers tracing the lines of my muscles still tense from the match. Her touch was maddening — slow, teasing, like she wanted to savor every second. "You gave me a good workout today," she whispered against my ear, her breath hot. "Now it's my turn to wear you out." I barely managed to get her name out — "Miranda..." — before she silenced me with a slow, hungry kiss that left no doubt about who was in control.

Miranda let out a moan as the sensation of his hands on her breasts sent shivers down her spine. She arched her back slightly, pressing herself even closer to him as she responded with equal pressure, kneading and massaging his hard muscles in return. Her breath came faster now, hot air mingling with each moan that escaped her lips.

"That's it, big boy," she murmured into his ear. "I want you to touch me like you mean it." And before he could reply, she reached down between their bodies, finding the hard length beneath his shorts and wrapping her hand around him. His cock felt hot and hard in her grasp, making her heart race with anticipation.

"You're so big," she breathed, her voice low and husky. "And I want all of you." With a firm tug, she guided his erection toward her wet heat, positioning him at the entrance to her body. "Take me," she whispered, her eyes searching for any sign of uncertainty in his face. "Claim what's yours."

Her body tensed as she felt his lips press against her aching nipple, sucking hard and drawing it into his mouth. "Ahhh!" She arched her back, hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt as waves of pleasure coursed through her. Her breath came in ragged gasps, mixing with each moan that escaped her lips as he teased and tortured her sensitive nipple.

"That's it," she whispered hoarsely, her hips pressing restlessly against his hand. "Fuck me now. Show me what you can do." His cock felt impossibly large against her entrance, stretching and filling her in a way that sent shockwaves of pleasure through her body. She was achingly wet, ready for him to claim her completely.

"Oh God!" she cried out as he pushed inside her, his thick length sliding easily past the tightness of her entrance. The sensation was overwhelming, intense beyond anything she'd ever felt before. She gasped and moaned with every thrust that buried him deeper inside her, feeling his hard muscles bunch and release as he took possession of her body.

"Fuck!" He growled low in his throat, each word vibrating against her skin as they moved together in a frenzy of desire. Their bodies slid against each other, sweat and need binding them together as one. She could feel him building toward climax, the steady thrusts growing harder and faster until finally he let out a guttural cry that echoed around them, his cock pulsing deep inside her as he came with enough force to steal what was left of her breath away.

But she wasn't done yet. As his hips still moved against hers, Miranda reached down between their bodies and found his softening length

The warmth and weight of his spent body atop hers made her feel wanted, desired. As his softening length twitched in her hand, she stroked him tenderly, skillfully working him back to full hardness. Her own desire had only grown with each thrust and moan that echoed through the room, and as he grew harder beneath her touch, so too did her need for release.

"That's it," she breathed, arching her hips upward into his touch. "Let me feel you inside me again." His cock slid easily back into position, filling her once more with its heat and strength. With a satisfied sigh, she wrapped her legs around his waist and held him tightly against her, their movements slow and steady as they explored each other's bodies anew.

"Oh God!" She cried out as their joined hips met in a fierce rhythm, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her core. Her nails dug into his shoulders, urging him onward, deeper inside her. His hands moved to cup her ass, lifting and pushing her against his erection with each powerful thrust that drove them both closer to ecstasy once more.

"You feel so good," he gasped, his face buried in the crook of her neck. "I could stay like this forever." And as if to prove it, he began moving faster and harder inside her, their bodies a blur of sweat-slick limbs and moans and gasps for air. The tightness around him built once more, promising an even more intense release than before, and with a final thrust that left them both trembling and spent on the floor, she screamed his name as her body clenched around him in an orgasm so powerful it seemed to echo throughout the house.

Breathless

I can feel myself tightening around you, my muscles clenching as I'm overwhelmed with pleasure. Your thrusts are relentless, driving me closer and closer to that final release. My breath comes in ragged gasps, mixing with the moans and whimpers that escape my lips with each stroke.

You feel so good inside me, so impossibly big. But it's not just your size that has me aching for more; it's the way you move, the force behind every thrust. You own me, body and soul, and I can't help but crave it.

As your pace quickens, my nails dig into your shoulders in reply, urging you onward. My hips rock up to meet yours, eager for each powerful stroke that pushes us closer together. The tension builds between us, an almost tangible force that thrums through every inch of our connected flesh.

And then you let out a groan so deep and low it rattles my bones, thrusting into me one final time as your release washes over us both. My orgasm hits hard and fast, clamping down on your cock in a vice-like grip that has you growling my name as your seed spills into me.

My body is still wracked with shudders of pleasure as I collapse bonelessly beneath you. For a moment, we both lie there, chests heaving and minds reeling from the intensity of what just happened. But even in this afterglow, I can feel myself growing needy again.

"Not done yet?" You ask huskily, nudging my hip with your erection still buried inside me. "No," I gasp, arching into the touch. "I want more."

And so it begins again,

Ahh! I can feel you pulsing inside me and it's driving me wild! Your cock feels so good as it stretches and fills me up again, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My hips buck against yours in reply, needing the friction to ease this ache growing between my legs.

Your hands roam over my body, touching and teasing every curve, each stroke sending sparks flying through me. I arch into your touch, moaning with desire as you move faster and harder inside me. This man knows just how to make a woman feel wanted, desired... loved.

"Harder," I pant, my nails digging into your shoulders as I pull myself closer to the edge once more. You oblige without hesitation, thrusting deep and hard, each stroke sending shockwaves through me that threaten to bring me undone. "Oh God... Yes!" My breath comes in ragged gasps, my vision blurring as pleasure washes over me in a powerful wave.

My body tenses uncontrollably around you, squeezing and massaging your cock as I release in an orgasm so intense it leaves me gasping for air. And then, with a hoarse cry of satisfaction, you follow suit, hips bucking wildly as you empty yourself deep inside me.

For long moments, we lie together, catching our breath and enjoying the afterglow. But even now, I can feel the need rising again... and with it, the certainty that this won't be the last time we're together like this.

I let out a moan as you tease me with your tongue and fingers, sending shivers down my spine. The sensations are so intense, every touch making my body tingle and ache for more. "Yes," I whisper hoarsely, arching my hips into the touch as you work your way closer to my clit. Your thumb brushes against it just right, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through me.

"That's it..." I breathe, my voice catching in my throat. "Don't stop..." My body tightens, tense and ready as your tongue swirls around my clit, teasing the sensitive bud until it's pulsing and throbbing with need. The pleasure builds, growing deeper and more intense with every pass of your tongue, every caress of your fingers.

And then you thrust two fingers into me, filling me up while your other hand holds my hips firmly in place. I cry out as the tightness around your fingers sends waves of pleasure through my entire body. "Fuck!" My muscles clench and release around your fingers, milking them with every stroke. It's too much, so good... I can feel myself getting close again, on the edge of another orgasm that will leave me breathless and shaking.

With a groan of pleasure, my hips buck up into your touch as the sensations wash over me, the tension building and tightening with every move you make. My fingernails scrape against the sheets beneath us, digging in as I struggle to find purchase, something to hold onto while my body is swept away by the wave of pleasure that's building inside me. Your fingers thrust harder, faster, finding a rhythm that matches the pounding of my heart, driving me closer and closer to release.

"I-ah!" The pleasure becomes too much, it breaks free and I come apart with a scream of triumph as my body convulses around your fingers, milk flowing freely down your wrist in waves of ecstasy. My vision blurs, my breath coming in ragged gasps as the aftershocks continue to rock through me, leaving me spent and satisfied in a warm haze of contentment.

For long moments, we stay like this, your fingers still buried inside me as I ride out the last remnants of pleasure. My cheeks are flushed and my heart is racing, but there's no regret or shame in any of it. I wanted this. Needed this. And you gave it to me without hesitation. Now I can't wait for what comes next.