Christina’s Plan in Action: Fucking Christina

You lead Christina back to your room, feeling confident about how this is going to play out. She maintains her cool, haughty demeanor all the way until your door slams shut.

“Oh, did you see that look on Annalise’s face?” Christina laughs, giving you the sharpest look of vindictive glee that you’ve ever seen. “That was purrr-fec-tion! The best thing that I’ve ever seen. Seriously!”

She grabs your arm and twirls in a circle, cackling like a madwoman. You watch her with amusement as she spins around again and again, her red lingerie fast becoming a red blur, her long black hair flying in a circle around her, until she’s well and truly dizzied herself. Christina staggers like a drunk, still giggling, and then flops onto your bed.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited to do that to her,” she mutters, spreading her arms and legs wide on your bed. “Every single guy that I’ve wanted to hook-up with. Every one of them! She always steals them away from me! So fuck her! Fuck Annalise and her stupid sluttiness! Oh… that was soo good!”

Snuggled like this against your sheets, this Asian beauty is a strange mix of seductive and adorable, even as her words stand in contrast to the way she stares up at you.

“You gave her a taste of her own medicine,” you say, sidling up to the edge of your bed. “I’d say it was a just punishment.”

Christina bats her lashes at you, nodding eagerly at your words.

“C’mere,” she says, grabbing your hand. She pulls you back onto your bed and you collapse atop her. “It’s time for you to get some.”

Your hungry mouths find each other a second later. She kisses you hard, instantly going for tongue. You match her, tongues battling, drinking her in. The two of you battle it out on the bed, your legs straddling her nubile body, your lips locked against hers. The make out is aggressive as she paws at your chest, still bare—you didn’t dress yourself again after fucking Annalise, why would you—with her back arched upwards to press her hips against yours. It’s clear what she wants.

Your cock is stiff at attention, and if the rapidly darkening spot on your sheets are any indication, Christina is dripping wet right now. You grab her red thong and pull it off with a flourish, a hand of yours pressing against the heat down there. Yep, definitely wet.

“Take me Alex, let me show you why Annalise isn’t worth shit,” Christina moans as you line up your cock against her slickness. You’re still wearing the same condom that you used to fuck Annalise, and something about that—the fact that you’re fucking these two babes back to back—makes your cock twitch against Christina’s snatch. “I want you so bad!”

“Fuck you’re so tight,” you groan as you begin to slide into her.

Her pussy is like a vise, the head of your cock barely fitting inside her entrance. You struggle, pressing up against her, pushing into her. The first inch and the second are a pressure on your cock like nothing you’ve felt before. It’s pure desire and a lust for her body that propels you forwards, wanting to claim this tight canal for yourself.

“You’re so big,” Christina mewls, grabbing hold of your arms tightly. “Oh fuck I can feel you filling me up so much…”

“You think that’s big?” you growl, edging further into her. “There’s more, so much more where that came from.”

She moans and spreads her legs wider, allowing you to gain a precious inch or two more. Christina’s hot body is everything you imagined it would be and more. Her incredible tightness makes each thrust of your cock an effort unto itself. But you don’t care. It feels so damn good that you can hardly stop yourself from spearing deeper into her. Christina moans aloud, pain and pleasure mixed deep inside of her, but for you it’s nothing but bliss.

“God damn that feels good,” Christina cries out as you finally bottom out inside of her.

You saw into her with your shaft. Your manhood stabs deep into her, and her pussy hardly needs to clench to make you see stars. Her whole body is so tight, her little hands gripping you so hard, your massive cock bulging inside of her. It’s a miracle that you fit in her. She rocks back and forth to your strokes, the two of you hitting a rhythm that has the two of you panting over each other. She moans a dozen times in short succession as you hit the spot, the sheer pleasure of your cock in her working you up like mad too.

“Better than Annalise,” you grunt. “She could never fuck like this.”

“Oh yesss,” she screams, throwing her head back. “Unngh that’s soo goood!”

Her body shudders, going over the edge, suddenly becoming a quivering mess beneath you. She cums hard, grabbing you still tighter, her whole body becoming jelly. Her moans and screams are so loud that you fear the neighbors will hear. But who cares? Let them know you’re fucking Christina. They’re probably all jealous.

You continue fucking her, the way her body slaps against yours a strangely erotic sight. Watching her ride out the end of her orgasm, her dark hair plastered against your pillow, the sweat and the heat and the sheer tightness you feel so distinctly—it sends you way out. You cum. The good ache runs through your cock until you spurt deep inside her, thick ropes of cum splattering out, baby batter milked out of you steadily by Christina’s pussy. You grunt in satisfaction, the pure rush through your head of the sex making your vision go hazy. You had a feeling that Christina would be a good fuck, but this… this was amazing.

Christina sighs in contentment, curling up next to you.

“You tell everyone that I was the better fuck,” she says, giving you a sweet smile. “Tell them that Annalise is much more of a loose woman than me.”

“I’ll let them know how good you were,” you say woozily, still getting your bearings. “That was the deal, after all.”

Christina +50