Cuddle Fuck

Becca is straddling you, grinding lightly against your lap with that hungry look in her eyes. Instead of going straight for more, you reach up and cup her face gently.

“Since we’ve only ever had quickies,” you say with a small smile, “why not get a bit cuddly tonight?”

Becca stares at you for a second, then rolls her eyes hard. A giggle escapes her lips and a faint blush creeps across her pale cheeks.

“So cringe, holy!” she says laughing, clearly not meaning it. Her voice is softer than usual. She leans down anyway, getting so close that her breath mixes with yours. Her short blue hair falls messily around her face, and you can see the little silver studs in her nose and lip up close.

You close the distance and kiss her. At first it’s slow and exploratory, but Becca quickly melts into it. She kisses back with surprising hunger, her tongue slipping into your mouth. The two of you make out deeply, hands starting to roam.

She lets out a soft, amused sound against your lips as you roll her over so you’re on top. You both start stripping each other between kisses — her school blouse gets tossed aside, followed by your shirt. Her skirt comes off next, and soon she’s lying beneath you in just her black panties.

You pull back for a moment to take her in. Becca’s body is exactly as hot as you imagined. Her tits are a perfect handful, perky with dark, pierced nipples — silver barbells glinting in the low light of her room. Her toned stomach, leading down to wide hips and thick thighs. Between her legs is that massive, thick black bush you’ve felt before but never fully seen like this, wild, untamed, and incredibly sexy against her pale skin.

“Stop staring, perv,” she teases, but her voice is breathy and her cheeks are flushed darker. She grabs the back of your neck and pulls you back down into another heated kiss.

The two of you roll around on her messy bed, making out like you have all the time in the world. Becca’s legs wrap around your waist as she grinds up against you. Your hands explore her body freely — squeezing her pierced tits, tugging lightly on the metal bars which makes her moan into your mouth, running your fingers through that thick bush.

She’s surprisingly affectionate once the sarcasm fades, kissing you deeply and pressing her soft, warm body against yours. Every time you try to pull back for air she chases your lips, clearly enjoying the slower, more intimate pace.

Eventually you end up with her on top again, both of you breathing hard, her pierced nipples brushing against your chest and her bush rubbing against your stomach. Becca looks down at you with dark, lust-filled eyes and a playful smirk.

“Okay… maybe ‘cuddly’ isn’t completely terrible,” she admits, biting her lip. “But I’m still really fucking horny, Jack.”