Fill her like she asked

You want her virgin rosebud on your own terms with lube and preparation. You decide that in the shower isn't the right time to take Connie's ass-cherry yet. You fiddle to get the cock head into her cunt, and then yank her hips back while you thrust forward powerfully. You punch all the way to the bottom of the redhead's tight channel. You groan and she shrieks, echoing in the bathroom. Connie pushes back into you as you hammer her.

You watch her large tits sway under her chest as you fuck her for the umpteenth time since late last night. You've turned this virgin farm girl into a insatiable nympho, who hasn't stopped fucking for more than a couple hours all night and day. You've also filled her with so much cum that she leaks whenever she stands upright. As you plow her fields, you wonder if she's on the pill or if you're going to get her knocked up. She's the first girl who has ever been able to keep up with your substantial sex drive, so maybe a baby will be a small price to pay. Thoughts of Connie pregnant with your child, her belly huge and her tits bigger than ever, get you even more aroused, and in just seconds, you grunt and fill her with more baby batter. She moans and shrieks as her orgasm blooms with yours.

Then you take your time washing her gorgeous long red hair, her curvaceous body, and her mouth-watering fat tits. She washes you as well. You step out of the shower and dry off, handing your girlfriend a towel. You watch her as she towels down. You both hang up your towels and head into the room.

Opening your suitcase, you pull out a brush. You have her sit in one of the chairs, carefully brush out all of Connie's tangles, and then put her hair in a ponytail. She takes the brush from your hand, makes you sit, smooths out your hair, and then gives you a neck rub. You relax into her magic fingers.

"I need a nap. You kept me up too late last night," you say.

"I kept you up? I believe it was you who wouldn't stop fucking my poor helpless pussy!" she says playfully.

"Well, okay. It was my fault that you kept screaming and waking me up." You chuckle. "Whomever is at fault, I need a nap. Come cuddle me."

You climb into bed, holding the cover open for your fresh and clean girlfriend to crawl in. You spoon behind her, your arm draped around her, and your hand clasping her breast. You are breathing heavily, out cold, in just minutes.