It’s Not Stuck

You slide around in back of her and grab the necklace. You easily undo the clasp. Carrie makes a contented sigh.

“Nick, could you put it in the top drawer of my dresser. We wouldn’t want it to get lost.”

You drop the cross by her other jewelry and the moment you close the door you feel her body press against your back. Her breasts feel nice and her erect nipples poke you. You feel her hand slip around you, finding your growing cock.

“My hero. I still haven’t properly thanked you for rescuing me.”

She turns you around and kneels, pulling your pants down. She swallows your growing cock and begins to suck. You don’t remember her being this good at blow jobs. She sucks hard as has no gag reflex.

“Fuck!” You yell.

She pulls off your cock with a pop.

“You like that? Just wait until your cock is inside me.”

You grab her and bend her over on the dresser. You thrust into her and she moans wantonly. You piston in and out of her for nearly an hour. You hear the pitch of her moaning change and you thrust deeper and harder.

She screams. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”

You pull out.

Carrie playfully sucks her finger. “We’re not done yet.”

She pushes you back on the bed. She crawls up between your legs and takes your now flaccid member into her mouth. In moments you are hard again.

She teases you with her pussy before taking its whole length into her. She uses her legs to begin to bounce. She seems tireless and even picks up the pace. You cum.

She begins to kiss you. She is aggressive. She moves to your neck and you feel a pinch.

“Fuck, what did you do that for?

“I’m just feeling playful, Nick. You taste good.”

You spoon her and you both fall asleep.

You wake up to the first rays of the sun and gaze over at Carrie.