Couch fuck

Shifting, Ashley pulls herself up to her feet, but doesn't stay on them for long. Dropping again, she positions herself on Ethan's lap, straddling his waist and looping her arms around his neck and shoulders. Her turgid mast brushed up against Ethan's equal hard manhood, the sinful swordfight making him quiver. Leaning forward, her ample chest presses in, and it takes Ethan a moment to realize she isn't doing it just to tease him. The forward tilt has lifted her rear, allowing Ethan to tend to her needs.

Reaching down, Ethan adjusts himself, and with a little shimmying from Ashley, he is able to line himself up. Warmth, sticky and addictive, kisses the crown of his cock, Ashley's cunt clearly as ready to go at the rest of her. Ethan savors the feeling, his eyes fluttering. Nothing really beats the feeling of hot pussy, even considering recent developments.

Although he's only lingered for a few seconds, Ashley quickly grows impatient. Shifting her weight, she drops herself down, impaling herself on Ethan's swollen sword. "Hnnnn," she lets out a sharp cry, her body trembling. "Fuck..."

Ethan's reaction isn't much different, minus the swear. Shuddering, he feels himself on the verge of melting, the dual heats of Ashley's cunt and his own lust threatening to burn him away. Instinctively, he grasps her hips, his fingers kneading into her flesh. Taking a breath, he steadies himself, eager to get to work.

And yet, Ashley yet again beats him to the punch. She shifts her weight again, rising up, then quickly slides back down Ethan's throbbing length. Both Ashley and Ethan gasp, but no more time is wasted, with Ashley quickly repeating the motion again and again.

Ashley gasps again, louder this time, her body tensing. Ethan can feel her prick poking him as she rides, it feeling wickedly hard. Her pace, while by no means slow, feels methodical, each rise and fall of her quivering hips a very intentional movement. Ethan feels his spine arch slightly, making him sink deeper into the couch. The throbbing of his manhood is driving him crazy, and Ashley's pace seems perfectly tuned to push his buttons just so. Breathing deep through his nose, he flexes his fingers, preparing to up the tempo.

Ethan pumps his hips upward, driving himself hard into Ashley. She jerks at the attack, her pace breaking, while a slight moan breaks through her plush lips. Quickly taking control, Ethan delivers another upward thrust, then a third, quickly trying to set a new, more vigorous pace. The couch makes it hard, the squishy seat not the best staging ground, but Ethan thinks he can manage.

The sounds of sex soon dominate the room. Wet slapping noises, along with a steady stream of heavy breathing and sharp moans mostly, although the creaking of the couch is sinfully suggestive in its own way. Ashley is pressing herself hard against Ethan, holding on for dear life. Her fat tits and thick cock are driving into his front, which adds a very special quality to their fucking that makes Ethan's head spin. Not able to think, he instead just fucks, smashing himself against Ashley's butt with lascivious enthusiasm.

Despite being fucked silly, Ashley isn't a passive participant. She moves her body with Ethan's rhythm, shifting in the opposite direction on each of his ins and outs. The effect makes each driving slam feel harder, a benefit that both Ashley and Ethan quickly reap from. Eye glazing, Ethan feels himself getting painfully close to popping, the aching in his balls all too familiar.

Just as he's about to blow, Ashley yet again beats him, letting out a harsh grunt followed by a croaking groan. A spurt of heat unloads onto Ethan's belly, while at the same time the tight embrace around his prick becomes a vice. Wincing, Ethan feels a rush of heat surge through him, forcing him to groan much the same as his now trembling lover.

Cumming hard, Ethan feels as if he's about to faint. His load fills Ashley's still taut cunt and then some, with more than a little of it oozing back out onto his twitching balls. After a few seconds he feels himself start to come down from his high, only to note Ashley still seems to be in the throes of hers, trembling and moaning. Ethan assumes it must have something to do with having both sets of equipment cumming at once.

A bit later she evens out, although her face is flushed with color. "That was..." she clears her throat, her voice rasping slightly. Instead of finishing the thought with words, she instead leans in, giving Ethan a clarifying kiss.

Sharing the sentiment, Ethan returns and deepens the kiss, making sure Ashley understands how he felt as clearly as possible.