MORE passionate sex (missionary.)

The feelings that your mind wants to express go further than Flora than your contracting. It goes back to every troubling moment in life. All the trauma you’ve experienced. All the bad things that haven’t yet been forgotten. You wrap yourself around her like a long-term wife and press your face into her shoulder. She squeezes you tighter and tells you she understands, and you know it’s true.

“Take your time,” Astrid says. “Take your time, baby. I’m here for you.”

You answer her question with action. After all, actions do speak louder than words. When you press your lips against her’s, she jolts as though she wasn’t expecting you to do it. However, she doesn’t fight or squirms away from you. Astrid instead embraces the kiss after relaxing.

Astrid kisses back. It’s an affectionate sign of love that even you weren’t expecting from her. This is how you imagined how your mother would have kissed your dad after work. It doesn’t take long for her tongue to slither into your mouth, though. It turns the kiss into a sloppier version of something you didn’t exactly want, but now that she was committing to intimacy…

You tentatively rub your tongue against hers, and she pokes back, letting out small moans that bounce between your teeth. You reach for her torso and rub her to warmth, not that she needed any help. She was hot to the touch already. Soon, her hands are doing the same.

She feels familiar in your hands. It’s a vague memory that excites you; it feels as though you have been reunited with a long-time lover. Your mind becomes fuzzy when this thought process begins to race in your brain. You slip and ride your right hand up her torso and find her mound. You gently squeeze and feel her heartbeat. It’s going faster than yours, but you are quickly catching up due to her fingers exploring you too.

Unlike your last few lovers, they don’t directly go for your penis. Instead, she finds your hair and tangles her fingers with it. A playful giggle leaves her mouth, replacing her moan briefly.

“I can tell what you’re thinking,” she whispers. “I could be wife.”

You swallow, tasting her saliva in the back of your throat. She’s slightly bitter but also sweet. A hint of cherry lingers between your kisses. “You would make a perfect wife.” You manage to respond.

More kissing, but now you’re both actively undressing each other. First, it was the zipper on her skirt; then the belt on your pants, then the shirts and shoes. A minute later, you’re both stark naked and in front of the lit fireplace. Now you kneaded her firm breasts without fabric or wonder. You felt Astrid in her natural form and show her skin dent with every squeeze. Your breathing steadily increased, and they came out in warm puffs that touched your faces.

“You would make the perfect husband,” Astrid says after a long delay. She gently pushes you back towards the couch and straddles your lap, where she forces the kiss to continue: more tongue, more lolling, and deeper explorations. The heat your core had felt hotter than the fire snapping behind Astrid. “One day…it might happen.”

You hold her steady, squeezing her ass cheeks as she sways her hips– teasing you unintentionally with her hot gash that drips with translucent honey. Your mind is still fuzzy. It’s hard to comprehend Astrid as anything else other than your wife now. Vague memories flash behind your eyes of children and a house, a better world without fallout or contracts. Could it all be fake somehow?

These thoughts aren’t shared, but Astrid senses your emotions and giggles again. “If you keep thinking about something else besides me, I’ll fade.”

“You’ll fade?”

Astrid kisses you again. “M-hm…”

“Why?”

Another kiss, but this time when she breaks off, she leans in and kisses your neck. “Do you want to talk instead?” Her question sounds genuine, but there’s only one answer.

Your cock is stiff, and there’s a beautiful angel on your, already dripping with want. “Let’s do this instead…”

…It is a beautiful display of love, and it causes your throat to swell. A muttered “I love you” comes out of your mouth, and it makes Astrid’s pussy go tighter. She looks up at you with newfound happiness, and a smile is soon on her face. “I love you, too!” she bleats before she arches her back, apparently cumming at the thought she’s sharing the same emotion of love with you while being intimate with you.

As Astrid goes into orgasmic tremors, you feel yourself gush with personal feelings. It almost feels nostalgic to see her like this while she was wrapped around your member— moaning your name, lost in ecstasy.

Your cock throbs, and everything outside of Astrid blinks out of reality. She’s all that matters now; infatuation envelopes your mind and urges you to continue. You pull out of her hole and flip her again, putting her in an all-fours position before reinserting yourself into her angelic pussy. She cries out again, moving her body slightly along your shaft, edging you closer to your climax.

You press your palm against her back, lightly suggesting she just leaves her ass puckered up for sexual use. Without words, she does as she is told— her back remains arched, but she’s presenting just her ass for your entertainment. Your cock twitches again, and you are soon pounding her relentlessly.

Her lewd position is admired as your penis is gripped and stroked by her vagina’s lips. Your cheeks are hot, and your heart is pounding. All the harsh breathing in the room is from you both, but still, Astrid’s you can pinpoint. It's satisfying to know it’s you making her feel this good.

You wouldn’t have thought about spanking her, but going faster to ruin her insides is the only thing going in and out of your mind. Occasionally, it’s only replaced with the thought of her soft, cherry-tasting lips…

Cherry, you think for some reason. You exhale, now realizing yourself close to cumming. You exhale again and make a face. “I’m about to cum,” you announce.

Expecting her to give you a list of options, you are surprised to hear her exclaim. “Cum on my back then~!!”

Just as she mindlessly followed your instructions, you followed her verbal command without a second thought.

You effortlessly slipped out of her love tunnel and gripped your rod, cranking it without pause or hesitation. There’s no friction in your blur, just pleasure. Of course, your hand isn’t anything compared to Astrid’s gash, but since the sight hasn’t changed, you can quickly push yourself over the climactic end.

A warm grunt left your lips. It could have escaped as a cloud if the room wasn’t so hot. So, instead, it came out invisible; a stark contrast came out of your dick’s head— your sticky white substance shot out in long ropes, lashing Astrid’s pristine back with your warm mangurt. Astrid winces per-rope, gasping in lustful breath after time, as a line races out to touch her.

“Hah~haah~?? Oh, yes!!! Baby, you shot out so much!!” Astrid’s voice is pitched, still feeling frisky after all that. “I guess…I finally got what I wanted!”

You collapse on the other end of the couch. “What?”

“Our… our last time together! I wanted to continue.” Astrid straightens out awkwardly and slides into your arms. She’s naked, and your cum is still on her back, but you suppose it doesn’t matter…?

“I don’t think I could go again after all that,” she continued. “Did you want to do anything else since you’re here?”