Emilia mounts you and takes you

Emilia looks you in the eye, desire & lust making them hazy. She licks her lips again, breasts rising & falling rhythmically. There’s a silent moment of tension between you & her, breathing, sweating, dripping. The train rocking & rolling along in the dark of night.

Finally Emilia moves first. You watch as she wordlessly kicks her skirt & panties off her leg, drawing them up under her, & throwing a leg over you so that she is straddling you.

Emilia hangs over you, hands supporting herself on the seat rest behind your head. You can smell her sweat, feel her heat, & taste her hunger. Her pendulous breasts, nipples shrunk & hard, hang in front of your face invitingly, her blush grown down deep into her cleavage.

You feel a hot dampness on your cock, making it throb, as she sits down on your lap, her crotch resting against your member. It’s an electrifying feeling & you find yourself leaning back with closed eyes to get a cold breath of air.

Emilia’s lips catch your lips mid-breath, embracing them with a kiss that is gentle but needy as she starts to adjust her position on top of you. You can feel her lift herself up off your lap, leaving a definite wet spot on your crotch & legs from sweat & pussy juice. You feel a small hand trace its way down your chest, stomach & finally to your cock.

“Are you ready?” she breathes as she breaks the kiss, her voice quiet & excited, her hand around your cock shaking.

“Yeah,” you reply, meeting her gaze.

She glances away & swallows. Whether her shaking is from anxiousness or excitement is impossible to place. But you can smell & feel the need pouring off her & the similar desire to copulate inside you making your cock throb.

Before you can take matters into your own hand, Emilia rears up, gently guiding your cockhead to her cootch until you feel the head being enveloped by the hot tightness of her folds.

“Oh!” you gasp as you feel her start to grind down onto your length. You can feel how wet she is for you now, her insides drenched, but still tightening down on your cock hard as you slowly invade her pussy. It’s an amazing feeling, soft & sucking, & everything beyond you & Emilia melt away.

“Opp―” she replies, slowly dropping down your length.

“You’re so wet,” you moan, wrapping your arms around her waist as she continues to grind down onto your member.

“You’re so hot,” she murmurs, wrapping her arms around your neck. For Emilia this is a completely new feeling. The soap-boy’s dildo was certainly bigger, & ribbed for her pleasure yes, but this is a completely different sensation. She feels it filling up her insides, & felt so very different then mere bakelite. You are hot, intensely hot, & alive inside her. It is throbbing, pulsing with life & she can feel it reaching towards her deepest, most private place.

You and Emilia shutter together as she finally comes to rest, balls deep, sitting in your lap. For a long moment you can feel her merely breathing, gasping for cool air, your cock firmly hilted inside her tight heat. You bite your lip as you feel her insides start to massage your member, making your balls tense.

Then she starts to move, slowly at first, her hips awkwardly grinding on top of yours back and forth with a wet noise.

“Sorry,” she murmurs, trying to find her rhythm again.

“It’s good,” you reply, bucking your hips into her.

“God,” she gasps as your hip thrusting up meets her hips grinding down, “you’re mixing me up.”

“Yeah?” you ask, stupid grin on your face.

“You’re so good,” she groans in your ear, hand going up and grabbing your hair.

“You’re so hot,” you reply, feeling her grind down faster, harder, in reply.

“I’m not gonna hold back,” she growls in your ear, her grinding becoming more needy, faster.

“You better not,” you tease and Emilia growls back at you. You feel her start to fuck you properly, arching her back and working her hips down onto you, her pussy making wet squelching noises with each thrust.

“Oh God,” she gasps, her insides sucking down on you hard.

“Fuck me,” you tease, and feel her effort redouble with a feral grunt. Sweat drips freely from the both of you, soaking the seat beneath you.

“Are you ~ruh~ ready,” she groans in your ear, “ready to ~guh~ give me all that precious seed?”

You feel your heart skip a beat. You grab Emilia’s hips harder. It still feels so very wrong to have such a pretty woman, on top of you, requesting you to fill her up. Years of being a young man scared straight about pregnancy has taught you to regard such requests with the utmost concern, even fear. Knowing full well that knocking up some floozy you just met is a one way ticket to a terrible fate of a lifetime of child support.

But now it’s too late for you to think straight. Now you're merely thinking forwards towards your inevitable release deep in this cutie’s womb.

“Oh fuck yes,” you grunt back, eyes wide as you hear the words yourself. You’re going to do this. There’s nowhere to run now, she is on top of you & riding you ragged. She wants this, her grip, her grinding, it makes it clear. She's a pretty woman in her prime, & you can feel it, smell it, feel it.

“You want this?” she asks, gasping for breath, tugging your head back so she can look you in the eyes while still riding you.

“Yeah,” you reply, also gasping for air, looking into those big green eyes.

“Good,” she whines, her lips drawing closer to yours, “I couldn’t stop now even if you asked me to.”

Her lips meet yours again, her hand making fists in your hair as she continues to ride you recklessly. Her whole body is burning hot to the touch, her skin slick with sweat and her pussy cinching down around your rod, dripping with need. She pounds you mercilessly, lifting her hips to drop them down onto your length again and again.

You feel her insides coil up around your length, milking it. You buck into her harder, feeling your own climax rising.

You feel her rhythm hitch and she cries out into your mouth, grabbing you by the shoulders as she starts to shake again. She’s cumming all over again. You fight against it, thrusting up into her even as her hips clamp down on yours with a vengeance.

It’s only a couple of moments long, but it's enough to slow your own climb to release considerably.

You groan in frustration as her lips finally leave yours and her steady rhythm of riding you returns.

“Are you gonna―” she groans, bouncing faster again on your length, eyes heavy with lust.

“Soon,” you grunt, grabbing her by her little waist and forcefully thrusting up into her hot wet pussy. Your mind is blank, your only goal is your own release.

“Oh!” she gasps, surprised by your sudden enthusiasm. A sly grin crosses your face.

“Ready for me to cum inside you?” you tease.

“Yes!” she cries out, loud & demanding enough to surprise both of you.

“You want it ~ahh~ that bad?” you gasp, smirking.

“Yes!” she replies, grabbing you hair hard & looking you dead in the eyes, “I want you to ~uhh~ breed me so bad!”

“Fuck, I am going to breed you,” you growl your reply into her ear, thruting as hard as you can up into her. You feel her start to wildly bounce her hips on top of you, her insides playing their part, sucking and milking your member with each thrust.

“Yes!” she squeals, riding you a gallop. It’s not too long before you start to feel that familiar tightness in your balls.

“I’m ~cah~ close!” you grunt out, legs straightening under you.

“Yes!” she groans, staring down at you with a predatory look in her eyes, “give it to me! Just _~unf~ _let it out! Breed me!”

“I’m―” you gasp, before feeling her warm breasts envelope your face as she pulls you close.

“That’s right,” she whines, nearly babbling, “cum for me! Beed me you sexy stud! Let me milk you dry! Yes! Yes! Yes!”

“Oh fuck!” you groan out against her warm cleavage. Between the sensation of her pussy tightening around your member like a vice, the heady smell of raw womanhood, the taste of her sweat on your lips, and the distinct staccato drumbeat of her heart you can feel through her chest, it all helps to send you over the edge.

“Please just breed me!” she gasps as she rides your throbbing member, feeling you go tense underneath her, your toes curling. “Please breed―” her voice hitches as you yank her down onto your length and explode inside her with a low, powerful grunt.

You grunt again and again as you feel your manhood empty the contents of your balls deep inside Emilia’s pussy, your whole body as tense as piano string and shaking fiercely, your fingers digging into the supple flesh of her hips. You are keenly aware of each pulse as you unleash a torrent of baby batter inside her deepest place, throb after throb.

After what feels like forever, you come back to earth gasping for breath. You feel your head lull back into Emilia’s waiting arms.

“Good boy,” she coos in your ear, her own breathing starting to slow, “you let out so much.”

“Oh wow,” you gasp, feeling your head swimming, either from the **** or the post-nut clarity, or perhaps a bit of both.

“That was so good,” she murmurs, gently playing with your hair with a hand, “you came so much that I can feel it inside me.”

“Yeah?” you grin a big fat grin, resting your forehead against her damp chest as she pets you.

“Yeah,” she replies, sighing, “I’m so warm inside.”

“Good,” you murmur, relaxing your grip on her into something of a loose hug, feeling her breathing in time with yours, her skin warm, soft, and slick to the touch. The way she is resting on top of you gives the impression of a soft weighted blanket whispering sweet things in your ear. You suddenly realize just how tired you are, how thirsty you are, how relaxed you are.

You feel your eyes flutter for a moment, and then you try to adjust your sitting posture just a tad.

“Ah!” Emilia says, holding you in place under her, as if to scold you.

“What?” you ask, looking up at her with a big happy smile.

“Can’t be having any of that seed leaking out now,” she tuts, grinding down again on your softening cock, burying it deep in her velvety insides, “need to keep it all inside for as long as possible.”

“Mhm,” you reply, idly rubbing her back, “just for a little bit longer?” you ask.

“Yeah,” she sighs again, relaxing at your touch down into your lap again, “gotta ensure that it stays inside, now that I’ve gone through the trouble of milking you.”