“Cum inside me”

“Cum inside me. I need to feel something.”

Ruby’s voice is raw and certain. She keeps her hand wrapped around the thick base of your cock, stroking in tight, deliberate pulls while she works her soft clothes down over her hips and thighs. The leggings and underwear come off in one hurried motion. She never looks away from your face. The talking continues the entire time, low and continuous, the same earnest stream of frustration and need that has been pouring out of her since she first sank to her knees.

“I cannot go another night feeling empty. My husband does not touch me. He does not need me. I have been wet for you since the coffee machine this morning. Since the first time I watched you adjust yourself under the desk and wondered what it would feel like to finally take this. Stay looking at me. I want to see your face when you fill me.”

She rises just enough to straddle your lap, one hand still working the base of your cock in short, firm strokes. The head brushes the soaked folds of her cunt. She holds herself there for a single heartbeat, watching your expression, then sinks down in one slow, continuous motion just as the first heavy pulse of your orgasm begins.

The sensation is immediate and overwhelming. Her cunt is quite possibly the most exquisite you have ever felt. Tight, silky heat grips the thick length of you in a perfect, living sleeve, the walls fluttering and clenching in greedy waves that seem to pull you deeper with every spurt. She is soaked, the wetness easing the stretch even as the muscular grip stays intense, every ridge and soft internal contour sliding along the hypersensitive shaft as she takes you to the root. The heat is startling, almost feverish, and the way she keeps her hand at the base, still giving those slight, insistent jerks even while she is fully seated, makes the climax stretch out in long, shuddering pulses.

You unload inside her in thick, heavy ropes. Ruby stays locked in place, hips giving small grinding circles that work every drop deeper, her free hand braced on your shoulder, eyes never leaving yours. The clench of her cunt milks you relentlessly, soft internal muscles rippling along the full 8.5 inches in timed spasms that drag the orgasm out far beyond anything you have felt before. Each pulse seems to empty more of the months of frustration straight into that exquisite heat, the solidarity of two starved people finally taking what they need from each other turning the release into something almost dizzying.

She keeps talking through it, voice broken by her own rising pleasure.

“That’s it. Give it to me. Every drop. I can feel you throbbing. So thick. So deep. I need this. I need to feel you finish inside me.”

The last spurts leave you twitching and oversensitive, still buried to the hilt in the most perfect, gripping cunt you can remember, while Ruby stays seated on you, hand still lightly stroking the base, watching your face with open, satisfied hunger as the quiet house holds the sound of both of you breathing hard.