I press my advantage

Scarlett slides down my chest in a daze, leaving a trail of pussy dew down the front of my shirt. Well, that one’s for the wash. I pull it off and fling it in the general direction of the laundry room, then turn and lay her down on the sofa. This leaves her legs up in the air, which is perfect. I pivot up on my knees on the cushion, then put her legs to her chest. All her attention is still focused on her pussy when I touch my knob to her hole; when I drive my prick balls-deep in her cunt, though, she squeals and her eyes snap open. I reach under her thighs to grab her tits, give her stiff pink nipples a sharp pinch, and cut loose.

I bought this sofa in part because it’s solidly built and I thought it would be good to fuck on. It has been, on the rare occasions I’ve had the opportunity, and though Scarlett’s body is bouncing with the **** of my thrusts, the couch only creaks a little. If the furniture is quiet, though, the girl is anything but. “Fuck me, Mr. Harrison—hard—harder—fuck me harder,” she pants, egging me on. “Fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck—fuck . . .” I give her what she asks for, until even the couch is starting to sing as I do my best to jackhammer her right through the cushions. I grip her boobs, kneading her supple flesh and twirling their bright pink tips.

“Fuck me like a slut,” she moans. “Fuck me like your little fucking slut, Mr. Harrison . . . Make me your little fucking cockslut . . . Fuck your hungry little cockslut—feed her pussy—feed it cock—fuck her slutty little pussy—fuck it hard and fast and deep—fuck it right, Mr. Harrison, fuck that pussy right—ohhhh, fuck that’s such a good fucking cock . . . I fucking love that big fucking mommy-maker . . . so fucking good in my tight, wet pussy . . . Fuck me—fuck me—fuck—fuck—fuck . . .”

“Take that cock, baby girl,” I growl. “Take it like a good little slut. You’re getting fucked into the fucking sofa and you’re not done until I’m done with you.”

“So fucking hot . . .” Scarlett moans. “Take me, Mr. Harrison . . . Squeeze my big boobies—ooooh, fuck yeah, pinch my nipples, Mr. Harrison, pinch my fucking nipples, that’s so good so good so fucking good—take my boobies, take my pussy, fucking fuck my little fucking pussy—fill me with cock—fill me with cock, make me cum, make me cum all over your big fucking cock—so fucking good . . . fill me with your cum, fill me up with cum, cum in my hot, slutty cunt, fill me up like a good little cockslut, cum in me and make me cum . . .”

“Cum for me, baby girl,” I tell Scarlett. “Go crazy for me—let me see you go wild—let your pretty little pussy go crazy all over my big cock, and I’ll give you your reward.” I pinch both her nipples, and that does it for her: she arches her spine, pulling her head back, and shrieks like a hunting falcon as her climax trucks her like a runaway semi. Her sweet little cunt feels so good as it convulses around my prick that she immediately sets me off; I bury my cock to the hilt in her spasming sheath and empty my balls with a roar into her hot body.

Eventually, when our orgasms have passed, we end up snuggling on the sofa. That’s pretty tight, so it only lasts until we have the energy to move. I roll off, stand up, extend my hand to Scarlett, and ask, “Veux-tu coucher avec moi?”

She giggles, takes it, and replies, “Bien sur, mon cher—bien sur!”