A-Spot

I freeze mid-thrust with a sense of panic spiking through the haze of lust, and my cock starts to soften almost instantly inside her, and I’m flooded with fear that I did something wrong or she’s instantly regretting all of this.

“Shit-Sofia… are you okay? Did I hurt you?” My voice cracks, and I start to shift my weight, ready to pull out. “Fuck, I’m sorry- I didn’t mean-”

She shakes her head frantically, moving her hands to grip my forearms and hold me in place. And even though the tears are still streaming, she’s laughing through the sobs. She looks wild and euphoric, even as her body shakes uncontrollably through her fit. One hand starts to awkwardly tap my arm, as if she’s not sure what to do with it and wanting to comfort me, while she works through whatever is going on.

“No-no-no,” she gasps between cries and giggles. “I’m sorry. It’s okay. I’m fine.”

It takes a minute before it seems like she’s starting to calm down a little, while taking more deep breaths that are accompanied by little moans on the exhale. I free up her legs so she can lower them, figuring if she’s trying to breathe deeply, me keeping her folded over probably isn’t helping.

“I’m more than fine. It just…” she shakes her head with a funny expression like she’s trying to figure out how to explain it, “happens sometimes when someone fucks me really deep like that. Jesus, that hasn’t happened since college though. God-” Suddenly another laughing-sob escapes her. And she shakes her head again, as if she’s embarrassed. “Sorry-I’m sorry. Give me a second,” she squeaks out. “Fuck! I forgot how intense that is.” A couple more deep breaths with a “Whoooo!” Deep breath. Then, “Oh my god… I think I’m ok now. I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin it for you.”

I blink, now only half-hard inside her, and feeling completely confused. “You sure?”

She nods emphatically, wiping at the tears clinging to her lashes, and gets a really big smile. “Uh-huh! I’m sure. You didn’t hurt me. You just… made me cum so hard I lost it for a second.”

Before I can overthink it any more than I already am, she pulls me down and kisses me. Her tongue finds mine, and she hums into my mouth like she’s finally coming down from whatever that was.

When we break apart, she’s still trembling, but at least the hysterical sobs and laughs have stopped.

“You can keep going,” she states, still sounding a little strained but seemingly better. “I didn’t mean to make you stop. You’re good.”

I hesitate for a second, but when I try to move, my dick is to soft and just folds and bunches up instead of burrowing its way deeper.

Realizing the predicament, she glances down and says, “Shit, Jay, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to kill the mood like that.” Then she reaches down to wedge her hand between us, and tugs on my nearly flaccid cock, trying to coax it back to life.

I shake my head, searching for the words. “You didn’t. I just… I guess I panicked because I thought you were regretting this or something.”

“No, baby,” she says, giving me a sexy look. Her thumb circles the spongy head, teasing it as her fluids allow her digit to glide over it easily. “You just fucked me to good, in the right spot. That’s all.”

She continues to stroke me, and hearing her assurance that she was fine, I feel the blood starting to make its way back into my member. It thickens in her grip, lengthening and hardening under her touch.

“There he is,” she whispers, squeezing it a little harder as it slips back and forth in her hand. Then her expression morphs back to something a bit more playful, and a little wicked. “Maybe it’s time for the birthday boy’s dessert anyway.”

Before I can respond, she pushes me back with her free hand until I slip loose of her grip, and sit on my heels. Her hand felt good, and has me halfway back to erect. Pushing herself up, she turns, rising onto all fours, presenting herself to me. Lifting her ass high, I watch her back arch, as she plants her knees close together. I can see everything I’ve been dreaming about.

“Is this the present you’ve been hoping for?” I hear her tease with a wiggle of her hips. Her pussy is still swollen and glistening, and the position forces the puffy lips to jut out at me. Her asshole winks from above, with rivulets of her juices catching in the crinkled skin around it. She looks back over her shoulder with the sexiest teasing pout on her lips.

“Maybe I need a spanking,” she says, and it comes out low and sultry. “Maybe you need to punish me for ruining the moment and making you go soft, papi.”

My eyes dart between her face and that perfect, round ass. A small, disbelieving chuckle escapes me, but I don’t say anything.

“Hmm?” she teases again.

“You serious?” I ask, trying to read her face.

She wiggles her hips again, making her cheeks jiggle side to side, nearly hypnotizing me.

“What else would a twenty-one-year-old want to do when offered an ass like this?” she asks.

I swallow hard, my cock rapidly twitching back to life. “I can come up with a couple of ideas…”

She giggles, teasing me with her ass, then glances down at my erection, watching it swell and rise without being touched.

“I bet we both can,” she says with a purr. “Tell you what. Instead of getting twenty-one spankings for your birthday, how about you get to spank me? Doesn’t that sound like a lot more fun?”

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