Morgan takes a ride on Space Mountain

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The two of you spend a while simply enjoying one another's embrace before Morgan appears ready to continue. Once you've both had enough time to collect yourselves, though, it's obvious that neither of you is in a hurry to stop. With all of the focus you were using to give her a mind blowing orgasm, you kind of neglected to have one yourself. You're still hard as marble, but you're going to need a little bit more stimulation to get yourself back to that plateau.

"Hey," Morgan says as you lie on top of her, "since you haven't cum yet, want me to take over?"

"Absolutely," you reply, as you begin to shift your weight off of her.

"Cool, because I'm about to ride you like I'm getting paid for it."

This girl. She's really got a way with words.

You begin to pull out of her. She shudders a little as you do so, relishing in the sensitivity of her recently stretched pussy, before her depths release you from their burning confines. The two of you quickly shuffle yourselves to get into position, neither wanting your time separated to take any longer than it need to.

Quickly, you find yourself sitting upright on her bed, your back against the wall, as Morgan positions herself on your lap. She's light, lighter than you expected; you imagine that her new tits alone must add some significant weight, making her just over a hundred without them. She leans in for a moment for a quick kiss, before she takes your tool and lines it back up with her dripping wet snatch.

"Alright, I'm going to need you to grab my tits," she says as she positions herself, wrapping her arms around your neck to stabilize herself. "If I'm gonna bounce on my boy's dick, I need you to keep everything topside under control."

"Don't gotta ask me twice," you reply, as you grab a hold of both of her tits. Now that she's not on her back, you can really appreciate just how heavy they are. There's what you assume must be a metric fuckload of tit in your hands right now, and her pointed nubs rub pleasantly against your palms as you play with them. She breathes heavily against you as you do so; it's obvious that despite their size, they're extremely sensitive.

Briefly, you wonder if she's going to have any trouble carrying these around, but as she begins to lower herself onto your cock, your stream of thought is interrupted. Her heat again engulfs you, but now that she's in control, all concerns of you hurting her have gone out the window. She plunges down onto you in one smooth motion, and lets out a quiet shuddering moan as she does so.

"Fuck, you've got a grade A dick," she says after a moment.

"Glad you like it," you reply wryly. Her breasts are level with your face as she straddles you, and you decide not to let that go to waste. You pop one of her little nipples into your mouth and begin running your tongue over it. Your efforts are rewarded with a surprised gasp.

"Hey," she says breathily, "I'm supposed to be making you cum, asshole."

You ignore her and continue your ministrations. She seems to take your silence as a challenge, and begins sliding herself up and down on your massive shaft.

She's still just as tight as she was a moment ago, but with her newfound confidence in handling your size, she's quick to pick up the pace. Soon, you have to take your mouth off of her breast, as she's moving too quickly for you to keep your face in line with her bouncing mammaries. Of course, you're not about go of her funbags with your hands; she gave you a job to do, after all. You take a moment to look at her torso in it's entirety, and it's a hell of a sight. Tight, toned tummy, slim and petite, with your massive cock pounding into her just below, her oversized breasts obscuring her torso. It takes an effort of will to look up at her face, but it's almost as sexy as the rest of her. You were expecting to see her usual cool expression, but you can see that she's got her eyes closed and her mouth open in a portrait of ecstasy. It's hard not to look the same yourself; you can feel the pressure of your orgasm building once more, despite having cum once already in the last few minutes.

You let go of your control, and just focus on simply feeling the sensations Morgan is giving you. You focus on your dick deep inside of Morgan, on the sound of her ragged breathing, on the feeling of the soft flesh in your hands...

And suddenly, the tightening sensation that you now can recognize as her mounting orgasm. Her inner walls squeeze against you, an embrace of loving rapture, and it's all you can fucking take right now. You unload what you know is going to be the biggest load of your life deep inside her, despite having cum twice already today, and blast her insides with rope after rope of cum. She grips you tightly as she shudders in her own orgasm, and you let go of her breasts to hug her tightly against you in return.

And just like that, you're finished. The two of you collapse into each other, both sweating and gasping for air.

Then Morgan gives a small chuckle. It's not like the usual laugh you hear from her; it's less an appreciation of your comedy, and more a release of pent up energy. You can't help but laugh yourself at her strange reaction to having your brains fucked out, and the two of you feed off of each other. It isn't long before you're both giggling like idiots, buck naked, holding each other, her head resting on your shoulder.

Eventually, you both regain your senses.

"Alright, Jason, I've decided," she says quietly, with a tone of finality. "I'm keeping you."

"Does it mean we get to fuck again?" you ask.

"Fuck yeah, it does." She takes a moment to clear her head before continuing. "I'm serious. I'm not big on casual sex. We're together now, okay?"

You nod. "Sure. Wouldn't have it any other way."

"Awesome."

Eventually, the two of you separate and begin clean up. She's got to shove her comforter in the washer, and at her insistence, the two of you shower separately. To be honest, it's probably for the best, since you'd probably waste all the hot water rubbing each other before either of you actually washed anything. You change back into your casual clothes, now significantly more wrinkled, and Morgan changes into blue jeans and another black hoodie. How many of those things did she own, anyway?In any case, the next couple hours are spent comfortably enough before you have to leave for work. The two of you cuddle on the couch and watch some Netflix. You ask her a little about Tarot, and she asks some more about how your YouTube channel is going. Normal couple stuff, all things considered. The only thing odd about it is seeing Morgan wearing jeans, and without her makeup on. Not that she looks bad; she's fucking beautiful either way, and that's not just your recently satisfied dick talking. It's just a little surreal for her to be so casual, and to be so intimate, considering the two of you only started "going out" only a few days ago. You end up tossing the thoughts to the side. If she's comfortable, you're not going to complain.

Sadly, all good things must come to an end, and you've still got to go home and change into your work clothes. The two of you move into the foyer as you grab your jacket and prepare to depart.

"Here's the thing though," Morgan says as you put on your jacket, "what are we going to say at work?"

You shrug, pulling the faux leather around you. "I hadn't thought about that, to be honest."

She frowns. "Well, of course you wouldn't, you're The Fool card. I'm just worried about whether or not we could get in trouble."

"I'm sure it's fine," you reply. "I don't remember hearing anything in orientation about coworkers not being able to date."

She crosses her arms, then uncrosses them a moment later when she realizes how much the act mashes her tits together, and settles for putting her hands on her hips instead. "Well, I'd still rather we not bring it up. If anyone asks, I don't really care enough about what anyone thinks to keep it a secret, but don't go around telling people, okay?"

"Sure," you say, as you pull her in for a small kiss, a chaste little lover's goodbye. "I'll see you later, Morgan."

"See you later, Jason."