IR Day 17 - Clumsy but delicate

Clumsy, but delicate and soft, her fingers squeeze and caress your shaft, which grows at record speed. Her hand wraps around you and pulls. Ingrid’s kisses are soft and almost hesitant, but warm and wet on your mouth.

She finally breaks the kiss, her cheeks pink and her eyes… searching?

Breathing hard, you don’t know what to do. Tell her that you don’t need a pity handy? No… stopping her is pointless. You can just let her spoil you tonight, and apologize tomorrow. You can download that app on your phone that lets you study languages, the one with the owl. You’ll learn Swedish, or whatever. For now, you can show her you care without words. You’re about to grab her face with both hands and show her with a more aggressive kiss, but she makes the first move, giving you a push. The push is just puzzling, but then she’s climbing over you.

You understand and roll onto your back as she gets on top. OK, so you are just wrong about everything. She wasn’t admiring your body, she was getting your cock out. She wasn’t giving you a handy, she was getting you ready for her use.

It makes you want to laugh, but you don’t. You just enjoy her weight on top of you, and the look on her face. Her eyes are closed and there’s an expression of concentration, just inches from you as she guides your cock and takes it in.

Once you’re in, she plants her hands on the bed and pushes herself up, moving her whole body on top of you. The bed immediately starts to squeak, competing with her hard breathing.

You enjoy the warmth and the wetness coupled with the view, although her facial expressions are as much of a turn-on as her swaying breasts.

You use your abs and lift your hips just enough to alter the angle.

“Mmm,” she moans, biting her lip and throwing her head back. Your hands rest appreciatively on her hips. When Ingrid gets close, she doesn’t think twice about doing what she has to do to get over the finish line. She rides harder, eyes squeezed shut. Her hands end up on your chest, then your shoulders.

She hunches forward and her curtain of glossy, golden hair covers her face as her body shakes and her pussy dances around you.

Finally, she lies down on top, her face against yours, panting. Her hair tickles your nose and lips. You brush that away and kiss her cheek, absently caressing her body. Her pussy’s still twitching and there’s a light coating of sweat on her that makes her body shine.