Flip her backwards 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 flip her backwards over the side. She squeaks in surprise as she lands with her back on the couch and her ass raised on the arm. I grab her legs and arrange them with her knees resting in my elbows so that they’re raised and spread wide. She’s still mentally off-balance as I line myself up, so she gasps loudly as I punch my little purple helmet through her fuckhole. I can’t ream her out as deeply in this position as in others, but it produces considerable friction on her G-spot; it seems like the best way to maximize Kimberly’s pleasure while enabling me to avoid cumming myself.

I lock my arms around her legs, one arm low enough that I can get my thumb on her clit, 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. “You like that, sexy?” I ask her. “You like being helplessly fucked into the couch? 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 big . . . 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 drill deep 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 to sit on the arm of the couch, then wrap my arms around her. “Wow,” she breathes. “That was . . . intense.” She kisses me hungrily, and I kiss her back with interest. I can feel her stiffen in surprise when she realizes she’s still impaled on my raging boner. She pulls back 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.