Bend her over the couch

I tell Kimberly to stand, then get to my feet. I see a good, solid, heavy couch with nice, high arms; I steer her over to it, then turn her around and bend her forward over the side of it. She squeaks in surprise, then gasps loudly as I punch my little purple helmet through her fuckhole. She’s at the perfect angle—I bury my cock balls-deep in her cunt with my first thrust. “So deep . . .” she moans. “So deep . . .”

I grab her hips and start fucking her like a runaway piledriver. The couch is lovely; it’s so solid, it doesn’t even notice us, and its arms are wide and well-padded. It makes no noise at all as my cock thunders in her fucktunnel. Kimberly does, though, moaning and mewling and gasping as I pound her. When I shift a hand from her hip to her clit and start fingering her button, her moans get louder and more ragged.

“You like that, sexy?” I ask her. “You like being bent over the couch and fucked within an inch of your life? You like being at the mercy of a real man’s cock? You’re so fucking hungry, Kimberly—you’ve never had a real man to fuck you right—I can feel how badly your pussy needs my big, thick cock. You need this, don’t you? You need this fucking. Tell me you need it.”

“I need your cock . . .” Kimberly whispers. “So deep . . . so good . . . so . . . close . . .”

With a breathy moan that quickly rises in pitch, Kimberly cums hard. She throws her head back and howls softly, her cunt clamps down like a velvet vise, and her body trembles and writhes on my shaft. I bury myself to the hilt in her molten core one last time, but keep frigging her clit. I hang on to my self-control with both hands to keep from exploding into her depths—I want to give her one more good fucking before I blow my load.

Kimberly calms down and takes a deep, shuddering breath. I lean forward and pull her up, then wrap my arms around her (with my hands on her tits, of course). “Wow,” she breathes. “That was . . . intense.” She starts to turn, only to realize that she’s still impaled on my raging boner and asks in disbelief, “You still didn’t cum? Through that?”

“I told you, lover, I want to make you cum and cum and cum,” I answer as I pull out of her dripping pussy. “And the longer I hold out, the more time I can spend fucking you.”

“Well, I want to make sure I get you in my bed,” Kimberly says, her voice rich with lust. “Come with me.”

“That’s the idea,” I agree, and she giggles, giving her ass an extra swish as she walks ahead of me to her bedroom.