Started to have morning sex!

“Get on top of me then,” I say with a smirk as I watch her eyes burn with a kind of lust. I've seen it on her only a few times before. It was cute, but I knew that could change soon.

Franziska tugs a few more times, leaving my cock throbbing, silently begging for her touch again. Finally, she leaned and made out with me. Our lips mashed, and our tongues danced sexily. My fingering increased and became a little more personal, but eventually, she pulled the sheets— exposing my meat in a well-fell swoop.

“Ah,” she purrs, licking her hand and then resuming her hand job. “I’m going to ride you dry~!”

Franziska leans in and kisses me again, mingling our saliva for a second more. She retracts her hand from my member so she can lick her fingers. She tastes me and lubes me at the same time. Watching her do this makes everything seem so sexy somehow.

Her hand felt terrific and paired with her naked body. I felt like I was near my climax already. Finally, I exhaled. My face must’ve been flushed because her complexion was also painted in a gentle pink as I stared at her.

Our hands retreated, and she was soon mounting me. Franziska grew up with a carefully exercised body that gave her the figure of a toned gymnastical athlete. My eyes feasted on her breasts, her tight stomach, her biceps, and her thighs. She was a full-course meal with no appetizer required to want, and I somehow protected it all the way from Germany.

We both held our breath; feeling our gender not just mingle, but embrace each other was the utmost pleasure only obtainable through sexual intimacy. Our eyes were glued to each other, though. The blue of her eyes exploded with lust just as her mouth opened with the first gasp. I held her loosely, letting her pick the pace at which we became connected. All the air in my lungs felt trapped, but I was too distracted with what was in front of me to care.

Franziska lowered herself slowly, letting my dick stretch and penetrate her body— I felt every inch of that entry and lusted for more. I wanted her to go faster, but hearing her tight exerts of pain leave her mouth told me she was going fast as she could. A virgin until the States, she hadn’t felt the touch of a man until we started to get serious with each other.

Admittedly, I hadn’t fondled nor kissed a girl I loved until we had a fourth date together. I realized I’d never feel this good with anyone else besides Franziska just as she reached the halfway point and started a gentle bucking.

I finally gasped, letting out a little follow-up grunt as I felt my head poking around her tunnel. The concept of sex was still generally new to me, as it was to her, so every time we decided to do anything with each other, it felt like a new short adventure that may only last 4 or 5 minutes.

Franziska, nonetheless, rode me to the best of her abilities while my hands climbed her curves like I was molding a clay pot. My eyes reluctantly left hers so I could see her progress. She was achieving ¾ of my length and slowly swallowing more with every pass. “Ich liebe dich~!”

She said. My American-monkey brain couldn’t translate it at; first. I was fixated on how smoothly the words rolled off her tongue. Then, she started to pant; I watched her eyes close and then felt her riding become much more intense. My hands went to her ass, and I held both of her cheeks firmly as she bounced like a jockey nearing the finish line.

Before I knew it, she was shaking and cursing, losing all rhyme to her motions while her pussy started to squirt all around me— showering my balls, waistline, and sheets in a clear substance— her byproduct of pleasure!

She faltered, dropping her weight all the way down, impaling herself with my fuck-rod balls deep. I jolt slightly, surprised that she finished before I did. “Oh, mein Gott…Oh, mein Gott~…”

I hold her, my dick still hard and my body covered in sweat and sticky girl-honey. And as she lowered the rest of her body, I also got a girl against my chest. “That was amazing.”

I blink. “I still haven’t cum.”

She kisses me and then pulls back. “You didn’t?”

My hard-on answers for me by throbbing within her warm interior. She twitches and giggles. “Neuer Rekord~.”

“Let’s switch places,” I tell her. “You’ve done your part.”

She snuggles. “You’re so warm.”

I lift her up, making her shudder and make noises. I haven’t come out of her until just then. Then suddenly, she’s below me, and I’m above her. Her blonde locks pillow her head as she stares up at me longingly. I can’t help but blush when I notice how deep her staring penetrates. She’s within my mind, exploring my memories and guessing my thoughts. I don’t look away, not even when I’m guiding my tip to her hole.

She inhaled sharply when she felt my advance and then closed her eyes. I watch her, almost numb to the bliss between our legs; her beauty is untarnished by our unholy actions. A confused angel committing sin with a mortal deeply in love.

Slowly, I start pumping into her, making her feel twice as good. I compliment her looks. Her body. And her voice as it comes out in cute little squeaks. She spreads herself for a few passes and then pulls me in by wrapping herself around me. Again, she rushes the process, so I find myself balls deep much quicker than before.

“No kids,” she warns, but the tone of her voice is hard to decipher.

In and out. Back and forth. Forward and backward. I send it home and pull it back out. Everything outside of our connection is black. A war could be outside, and it would have gone unnoticed for as long as we expressed ourselves in this crude fashion.

And then, all at once, I felt my resistance break. “No, kids,” I think just before I send my hips right into hers. Her eyes shoot open, and the blue vibrates; I’m looking into a small patch of the sky.

“Idiot! Du verdammter Idiot!”

—?!

“Wake up!” Franziska’s voice sounded pitched again, and I stirred from my slumber…my wet dream.

“What? What is it?!” I say, hearing the sirens suddenly.

“Bombers!” She cries out...