Kira rides me to climax

Kira swings her legs across my lap and swiftly impales herself on my aching rod. I won’t last much longer, I think. I’d better make this good for her. I reach a hand down between us to diddle her pearl and suck one of her perfect big tits deep into my mouth. I rub her slick button and taste her flesh, sucking gently and licking her all over. She starts bouncing on my lap hard and fast, riding my pole up and down.

“Cum for me—cum for me—cum for me—” Kira chants. “Cum inside me—cum in me—let me feel you cum . . . Fill me up—fill me full—fill me with cream—fill me with baby batter—let me feel your heat . . . Cum for me, baby—cum in me—cum in my little pussy—make me cum—make me cum—make me cum . . . Give me your cum—give me all your cum—cum for me and make me cum . . . Your cock feels so good—I want to feel your cum—I want to feel you blow . . . I’m so close, baby—so close to cumming again—so close so close so close—just need you to cum—just need to feel you cum . . .”

I can’t resist her. I groan into her sweet breast, “Cumming . . .” and thrust up hard into her welcoming wet heat, then cut loose with a roar. My balls erupt and I flood her little honeypot with my cream. Kira throws her head back with an exultant shriek as her answering orgasm explodes through her. “Ben!” she cries. “Mine!” She grinds herself against me like she wants to fuse with me, and I return the pressure. She pulls my head up from her tit to her lips and we kiss like starvelings, devouring each other’s mouths, our tongues winding and twining around each other.

*******

Getting ourselves cleaned up without dripping cum all over everything proves to be a bit of a challenge, but we manage it. Kira looks up at me as she’s pulling her shoes on and thanks me for the seventh or eighth time. I draw her to her feet and give her a passionate kiss. “I told you, it was my pleasure,” I say. “I’d love to spend some more time proving that to you, if we didn’t both need to go home.”

“Until next time, Ben,” Kira says softly. We kiss again, deeper and longer, with plenty of tongue. “I’d love that too, but—you’re the first man ever to make me cum, and you did it so many times, I’m not sure how much more I could take.” She gives me a gamine grin. “Besides, this way, you’ll want to do it again. We are going to do this again, right? And again and again and again?”

I give her a deep, soft kiss, full of promise. “And again and again and again,” I say. “And next time, we’ll have more time.”

“And lots more places to play,” she adds delightedly.

“And lots more places to play,” I agree with a smile.