Passionate Sex [Christmas Special, 2022.]

It almost seemed like a waste, throwing Delilah’s dress on the floor just as she dragged you into her room. Delilah is braless on top of her bed. Still, her lingerie highlighted her lower half like a pristine showgirl with an expensive taste. Her makeup and hair gave her the appearance of a trophy wife or young MILF.

Her fingernails were painted red but were ringless. She was yours, and you were hers. You undress before joining her in bed. You rubbed her legs as you lowered above her, kissing her passionately on her lips before making it messy and full of the tongue—Delilah giggled and moaned as you rubbed her body down with your hands.

You step off the bed and pull her waist towards you. “Mm~!!” She purrs. “I almost thought about wrapping myself up in paper, but then Miranda said she men like stockings and lacy pantie more.”

Your eyes drift down to see her rosy body covered in black straps and dark garters. You feel her legs with your hands. Delilah’s warmth soaks into your palms and finger pads as you do this– you couldn’t decide what was better at first. Still, as you listen to Delilah’s moaning begin to grow, you come to the conclusion that it doesn’t matter. Seeing her like this for you makes you hard, and that’s all that matters at the moment.

“Next year,” you murmur. “I’d like to see you do that for me.”

“Next year?” She giggles. “Next year, you have to do something for me.”

You pull Delilah’s panties aside and rub her gash with your fingers. She shivers and makes a small expression as she watches your fingers begin their work on her. Her eyes dart to the tip of your cock as it throbs for use.

“I’m already doing something for you,” you say, rubbing her bud slightly with your thumb before leaning to lick her slit. Delilah exhales, her legs already trembling at the sensation of your wet tongue rubbing itself against her mound. Her scent enters your nostrils as you go down on her. It’s a mix of her perfume and her natural self.

“Oh, Warren~ just like that~.” Delilah holds her breasts while you lap into her. Your tongue slides and darts around her pussy like it’s an obstacle course. “Hah~ fuck…!”

You hold her legs as she spreads them. She watches intently, her eyes fixed on yours as you stare back at them. A little sexy green flame starts to burn behind her unique teals. You taste her while you ravish her orally. Delilah coils and pants, groping her breasts with hard kneads until she moans loudly.

She runs her fingers through her brown locks, knocking out the fake snow and the mistletoe that was so carefully applied to her outfit. She murmurs your name between heated curses of adult pleasures. There’s no pause between her legs, and it pushes her closer to the limits of her orgasm. Despite being so nice all night, Delilah is proving that she’s actually a naughty girl in her private life. She tweaks her nipples and sighs while her eyes squint with embarrassing tears.

“Put it inside of me,” she whispers. “I want to feel you inside of me, baby~.”

You stand up and adjust your grip on her, you spit on your hand and rub your dick– giving it a few tugs with your hand, but you’re already stiff for use. Delilah licks her lips before sucking in on them. Finally, you grab your base and guide the tip of your penis into her puffy pink lips.

Delilah tenses at first but then relaxes as she swallows your cock whole. The entry is tight, but her honey, combined with your spit, eventually allows you to slip into her depths easily. The sensation is smooth and pleasurable. You watch her eyes twist in bliss as your rod hits all the right notes in her tunnel. Her pussy envelopes around your manhood as it is buried deep into her.

The sensation of being stretched is still fresh in Delilah's mind as you start pulling in and out of her, gently fucking her like long-term lovers seeking attention from each other. The easy glide back and smooth reentry feel better than the last. You slowly build up the speed, penetrating her every inch of your fuck-stick as she whimpers your name, watching with a pink face and tightening snatch.

You hold her waist and squeeze her thigh. The fabric of her stockings brushes your palms. Soon, you’re both breathing, and your hearts are having separate races for the exact cause. Your balls start to slap against the under cheeks of her ass as your motions pick up momentum. Over and over, you throw your weight into her hips until there’s a constant lewd slapping of sexual activity.

“Delilah~,” you say, holding her tighter.

“Fuck me harder~,” Delilah says, her eyes closed and her hands over her tits. “Fuck me harder~!!”

You follow her desires, fucking her harder. Delilah’s voice breaks into a cute little moan as she arches her back, letting you get a little deeper into her vagina. She’s used and happily invaded. Finally, her moaning starts to turn into erotic screaming. “Yes, yes, yes~! Right there!! Oh, fuck! Baby, yes! Yes!! Yes!!!”

You feel Delilah tighten around your meat, squeezing it at every pass it takes. There’s no friction or hesitation. Instead, you move her body along your movements. She rolls her hips and gasps; her eyes shoot open to watch your cock ruin her hole as she explodes in the satisfaction that is only achievable by getting dicked down on.

She wraps her legs around you and drags you in. She screams your name and holds you close to her body.

“I’m cumming! I’m cumming!!” Delilah’s voice boils out in a loud sympathy of praise.

You grunt, humping her tight cunt as she starts to jolt and lose control of herself. You watch her mouth bob and her eyebrow furrow from just a few inches– her tits bounce, too, as her stomach raises and falls. The display of Delilah practically blowing up is almost enough to make you cum too. Still, instead of ending the night so soon, you pull out and let Delilah recover from her climax. She squirts all over you, spraying you with her warm honey even without your assistance. Finally, you watch her fingers desperately finger the rest of her orgasm out of her system.

Delilah is panting, and she’s wet with sweat. You flip her around and pat her mound, sore from use but still eager for dick.

“Hah~” Delilah is confused and limp from her **** climax, but she doesn’t protest or try to pull away from your grip.

You lift her leg and guide your cock back into her dripping tunnel. “I’m close,” you tell her.

“You can fill me up,” she swallows. “Fill me up with some of the Christmas joy~!”

A small chuckle pops from your lungs, but it’s quickly swallowed back into your system as you feel your nerves tease by the same hole that’s satisfied you for weeks. Delilah puckers herself toward you, letting you have free reign over her pussy for your want.

You buck in and rock out, riding her cave like a sport. The emotion of love that pivots off the act of fucking makes this moment more special than it ought to be. You’ve done this hundreds of times before with countless women, but seeing and hearing Delilah getting nailed by you makes it extortionary.

You pull Delilah off the bed and let her feet touch the floor. You move her closer to you, and she presses her knees together as you rail into her. Again and again, your dick penetrates her pot, teasing her nerves with more than just a good time. Love spills into your mind as the world outside her room dissipates into a fog.

“Warren~! Warren~!! Oh, my God! You’re going to make me cum again!!” Delilah cries out, her voice sounding angelic but unholy as she eggs you on to continue. “Fill me up, baby! Fuck me up~!!”

You lift one of her legs and place it on the bed before going in harder. The slapping and rippling of your genders explode in the room. Delilah squirms and claws at her sheets, feeling nothing else besides you burying into her in fast passes.

All of her words come out in one breath. You grab a handful of her hair and pull it back, making her gag slightly but also rock herself into your smashing. You let go relatively quickly but start to suck on her neck. She gasped, and the words that were leaving her mouth suddenly stopped in shock.

She tries to say something, but it falters in her throat, where they hitch in a heated breath. You hold her tits and pinch her nipples. You glide down her stomach and keep her tummy, pulling her back as your limitations break.

“I’m about to cum,” you say with one breath.

“D-don’t pull out,” Delilah gasps. “It doesn’t matter with me.”

You listen to her request and pump deep into her vagina. All she can do is breathe hard with you as your self-control melts into bliss. Your shots of cum are emptied into her womb. Reach rope whips you into a jolt. Delilah suddenly gasps– she starts to shake as another one of her orgasms breaches her brain, replacing the numbness with satisfaction.

You stay plugged into her as you pant. When you finally slide out of her, you fall into the bed next to her. She remains frozen but eventually layers her stomach to the sheets as your seeds drip from her well-used gash.

“That was amazing,” Delilah lazily crawls to the pills and lays there. “You were amazing~!”