Cowgirl (You're drunk.)

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So, how’d you end up in the dorms? Truth be told, you didn’t remember. You vaguely recalled talking to Miranda until she kept asking sexual questions about you. The girls you were. How sex with Delilah was. How big you were— the list goes on.

Eventually, she enticed you to go with her to the dorms, which were practically empty since it was the off-season. Many employees were home with their respective families, so you weren’t surprised to stumble into a dorm with only one person’s property inside.

The bed smelled like strawberries and cream, oddly feminine for a girl you thought to be Tom-boyish in personality. After you both got undressed, she explained that you wouldn’t do THIS on her bed, but her roommates instead. She was away for a reason you didn’t care to recall. You were too busy fighting Miranda’s tongue as you both mashed your faces against each other, a sloppy tangle of base-running.

You’re not just kissing either: you got naked for a reason! Your cock was springing for attention, and when it was released from its fabric confines, Miranda gladly took it with a firm grip. She was warmer, and you knew in an instant she knew how to handle your length and thickness. When you’re both sat on her roommate's bed, she starts jerking you off.

“So, playboy,” Miranda murmurs. “How should we spend our night?”

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Miranda's lips curve into a seductive smile. Without saying anything, she leans close to your cock and spits— the warm salvia joins her handjob, making it slippery and noisier as she handles your digits. Subtly, while your lips are still clicking against each other, her grip tightens and quickens, forcing your blood to rush right where she wants it.

This continues for a minute, but it melds into her, straddling your lap and pushing you down. Her unnaturally colored gaze follows you down until you’re on your back. You feel your member bouncing between her cheeks. Miranda’s is pleasantly warm despite the ambient chill that envelops the room.

Miranda locks her eyes on yours as she reaches around to guide you in. Your shaft tingles with excitement when you feel the pads of her fingertips gently push you into her naughty pink slit. Her glistening pissy begins to swallow you, but she’s slow in the process. Inch by inch, Miranda moves her body to allow you inside. Her grin is playful, maybe even a little sadistic during her ride, but you’re far too distracted by not just the sensation of her vagina closing you but also by her appearance. Pale skin shows the contrast of her black hair, framing her body in the dim lighting into something almost demonic!

You exhale, letting your chest deflate and inflate again with hot air. Her slim body rolls, stuffing more of your hardness towards her womb. You reach out and grab her ass, working her lower torso down: motioning it to mold to the shape of yours. She curses, calling you pet names while endorsing you to do more. You are glad to take her endorsement, and so squeezing her ass while pulling her down.

The noises she produces are more seductive than her smile when you first sit at the foot of the bed. “Spank me~!” She gasped, her complexion going hard red.

~SMACK!

Your cock suddenly twitches as she jolts. Surprisingly, her hip rolling doesn’t falter. She bucks in, rides out, and lowers herself for more ****. You spank her again and again, leaving her bottom the same color as her cheeks and nose. More profanities leave her mouth, but it doesn’t affect her performance. Instead, it seems to increase slightly.

A high-pitched squeal escapes her mouth when a squirt of her juices spits out and trails down your shaft and over your balls. You reach for her breasts to make circles. With your palms against her boobs, Miranda leans in. “Give‘em a taste,” she murmurs.

Her erect nipples are nearing your mouth, and her constant moving draws them all the closer. You finally latch on and suck tenderly on her. A throaty moan boils out from her stomach. “Yes, baby~! Oh, my God!!”

Your tongue washes over her tit— doing nothing to keep her voice down in your crude love-making. Your hands are rubbing everywhere on her back, enticing her closer to you. Soon, you’re both busy keeping each other stimulated. You keep moving even in your sloppy mind to ensure nothing is one-sided. You spank, rub, lick and suck— all this makes Miranda’s gasps come out unevenly as she finally starts losing her initial rhythm.

Sticky wetness swashes around your genitals. Even without that, however, it’s evident that Miranda’s going through a harrowing climax. Her eyes flare up with vibrant colors while her expression blows up into bliss. She arches her back while her voice breaks unevenly into the room. Under the mess of curses of praise, you can hear her moaning your name as you’re rode.

Your hands trail around her body aimlessly while she shatters the silence with her voice. You keep things interesting by occasionally smacking her ass while it bounces off your thighs. Your drunken thoughts and dulled senses clash in incoherently while the vague sensation of an orgasm starts to swell in your balls. Your eyes fixate on Miranda’s jiggling chest, only somewhat distracted by her worked-up screaming.

Suddenly, your desire overtakes your laziness, and you grab her ass, controlling her movements. With harsh motions, you **** Miranda up and down on your member, coating another slick layer of her honey over you. She slips and slides easily, making this new stage of your love-making much more intense. Your voice starts to boil out with hers; even though it’s muffled by her screaming, it mingles nicely in the drunk interaction of adult entertainment. The world of the bed becomes a blur, obscured by your difficulty in focusing on everything else around you, with Miranda’s tits bouncing and her face popping in and out of view.

Miranda licks her lips, her purple eyes wandering around your face, studying the damp details as sweat starts to drip from the pores. “You’re a fucking beast, baby!”

You’re still watching her chest. Even as your movements slow down, you find every inch of her pale body is something to behold. She’s saying something else, but you can hardly acknowledge what she’s saying. You roll your tongue over your lower lips and then blink. “What?”

She giggles, pinching your nipples before she replies. “I said you can cum inside me if you want.”

You nod. “I’m not dating you?”

Miranda nods slowly. “And I’m OK with that,” she starts rolling her hips again, ensuring that every inch of your hardness stays around.

Your eyes meet, and you realize she’s waiting for an answer. She walks her fingers across your chest, still teasing your nipples. “Do you want to cum inside me?”

Slowly, you nod again. “I’d love to–”

She wastes no time lifting and dropping her whole weight on top of you. You jolt. The girl wasn’t exactly heavy, but feeling her stuff herself with your cockmeat was surprising. She repeats this process until you’re close to your climax again. Miranda doesn’t stop to tease you or to ask any more pointless questions. Instead, she subtly increases speed, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

Your right eye twitches. The sense of your orgasm pushes into your drunk mind, and you gasp loudly. You were aware of how close you were to cumming, but feeling your juice spurt into her slit made your whole body shudder with excitement.

Miranda’s eyes widen slightly. She slows her riding and milks you slowly into her womb. Her cheeks indent somewhat as she sucks in the desire to squeal in pleasure. Finally, she exhales softly and purrs, wiggling her whole lower body as if she’s getting settled. “That’s it, Warren. Let… it… out~!!”

Immediately after your orgasm rides into her body and out of yours, you let all the air out of her lungs and relax. “Fuck, Miranda…”

Faintly, you hear her giggle, repeating your name, too. “Can you go again?”