she takes control

“You really have an amazing body” you mutter after she removes her lone t-shirt from her body. Whatever thoughts you had stopped as you eyeballed her breast, hard nipples and perfectly toned stomach.

The older model merely smirked and took hold of your dick like it was a handle bar, you were certainly hard enough for it. Her action nearly made you cum on the spot. Marisa led you willingly to her bed, before sitting on it abruptly.

“I have you here for one reason” she started, raising her hips and peeling her panties down her legs. She didn’t have the legs of some of the other girls but you were mesmerized nonetheless. When she tossed them aside, her eyes looked up to meet yours. “To fuck me.”

She crawled back onto the bed and beckoned you forward with a finger. Even if your tongue was cotton, you didn’t have to be told twice. In a second you were over her again and despite her earlier instructions, you **** your tongue down her throat. Your cock pressed against her inner thigh which seemed to silence any of her protest.

Her hand reached in between the you and grasped your cock, aligning it with her entrance. You could feel how wet she was and wondered just how long she had been planning this. Maybe since you knocked on the door?!

“My morning ritual includes more than putting on make-up” Marisa stated, as if reading your mind. The image of this hot piece fingering herself in the morning only turned you on more and with one powerful thrust you entered her channel. “Oh fuck!” she shouted, her thighs clenching around you.

Marisa wasn’t the tightest pussy you had ever experienced but you still had to exert some mental strength to stop from cumming that moment. “God, you’re thicker than I thought” Marisa muttered, biting her lip, “I need you to fuck me.”

You took a moment to compose yourself then fulfilled her request. You pulled out and entered her with just as much strength as before, causing Marisa to gasp and giving you the perfect chance to steal a kiss again. The blonde must have thrown caution to the wind because she threw her arms around your neck and kissed you back just as passionately.

The pace of your hips increased as you thrust into her snatch. Marisa let out a moan as you trailed down her neck, sucking lightly. Marisa purred as you reached up to fondle her exposed breast as well, adding to her stimulation before reaching down to flick a tongue over the hardened nipple.

“No. no. Please, just fuck me. Harder” she instructed though it sounded to you like she was begging. She pulled your head away from her tits and wrapped her legs around your waist. Her action pushed you even deeper into her pussy, again forcing you to try and hold your composure.

“Goddamn Marisa” you grunted, one hand gripping the headboard as you thrust into her. Each time feeling like you were going deeper than the last. Her pussy had stretched to fit you and now you could move easier inside her. Marisa’s nails dug into the back of your neck as she moaned, her breast giving you an eyeful as you fucked.

“I’m not gonna last long” you warned her, caution was long gone as you pounded her over and over.

“I-I don’t care, just keep fucking—ah shit!-keep fucking me” she instructed, her head moving side to side.

You didn’t have to be told twice and kept fucking the former cover model with everything you had. The few times that you kissed her she responded eagerly, completely forgetting her earlier words.

You continued fucking like animals, hard and rough, for another few minutes before you felt Marisa trembling beneath you. Her legs tightened around your waist, forcing you inside her as her orgasm hit her. “Oh fuck—fuck, John!” she screamed out as she came hard, her pussy clenching around your prick and giving you mind-numbing pleasure.

With her release you felt your balls ready to empty themselves.