Pillow talk

Jeffrey lowered himself onto the mattress beside Meg, his arms encircling her waist as he pulled her close. She allowed herself to be drawn into his embrace, her back pressing against his soft, damp chest. His labored breathing tickled the nape of her neck as they lay together in post-coital intimacy.

Meg felt Jeffrey's softening member pressing against her backside, leaving a sticky trail along her skin. His hand, still slick with traces of semen, came to rest on her taut stomach. His fingers lazily traced patterns across her flesh, smearing a thin film of bodily fluids in their wake.

The pungent scent of sweat and sex hung heavy in the air around them. Meg could feel Jeffrey's heart pounding against her back, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to catch his breath. Beads of perspiration trickled down his forehead, occasionally dripping onto Meg's shoulder.

Meg shifted slightly, feeling the grit of dirt and crumbs beneath her. The sheets were damp with their mingled sweat, clinging uncomfortably to her skin.

As they lay entwined, Meg's mind began to wander. She thought about her pristine office, with its gleaming surfaces and crisp documents, so different from the chaotic squalor surrounding her now. The contrast was oddly thrilling.

"What are you thinking about?" Jeffrey murmured, his breath hot against her ear.

Meg hesitated, unsure how to articulate her jumbled thoughts. "Just... how different this is from my everyday life," she said finally.

Jeffrey tensed slightly behind her. "Different bad?"

"No," Meg reassured him, reaching back to stroke his thigh. "Different exciting. Like I'm living a secret double life."

Jeffrey relaxed at her words, nuzzling into her neck. "Tell me more," he urged.

Meg closed her eyes, letting the words flow freely. "At work, everything is so polished and perfect. I wear tailored suits and high heels, my hair and makeup always flawless. I'm surrounded by successful, ambitious people all day."

She paused, gathering her thoughts. "But here... here I can let go of all that. I can be messy and primal and give in to my basest urges. It's liberating in a way I never expected."

Jeffrey listened intently as Meg continued to open up about her conflicting desires. "I love the thrill of being so... naughty," she confessed, her cheeks flushing. "At work, I'm always prim and proper. But with you, I can indulge my darkest fantasies."

Jeffrey's eyes gleamed with excitement as he listened to Meg's confession. He pulled her closer, his hands roaming her curves with newfound confidence.

"So you're a closet slut, huh?" he growled, his voice husky. "Just begging for a fat cock to fill you up?"

Meg shivered at his words, a small smile playing on her lips. "Sometimes," she admitted coyly.

Emboldened, Jeffrey continued. "I bet you sit in that fancy office all day, squirming in your chair, **** to be fucked. You probably soak through your panties thinking about getting railed."

A soft moan escaped Meg's lips. "Maybe," she whispered.

Jeffrey's hand slid down Meg's stomach, fingers trailing through the soft skin. His semi-hard shaft pressed insistently against her backside, the tip dangerously close to her entrance. Meg's breath caught in her throat, but she remained still, neither encouraging nor discouraging his advances.

"You know," Jeffrey murmured, his lips brushing her ear, "I jerk off every single day thinking about you. About using you like the cock warmer you were meant to be."

A shiver ran through Meg's body at his crude words, making her vagina pulse involuntarily. The head of Jeffrey's penis nudged against her opening, slick with their mingled fluids from earlier.

Jeffrey's breath grew ragged as he continued whispering in Meg's ear. "I have these incredible fantasies about you," he said, his voice thick with desire. "I dream of you on your knees, worshipping my cock for hours while I indulge in all my favorite things."

Meg's pulse quickened, her body responding instinctively to his words. "Tell me more," she urged softly.

"I imagine you there, between my legs, your perfect lips wrapped around me," Jeffrey continued. "Your tongue swirling and teasing while I watch the filthiest porn I can find. Or maybe I'm flipping through a hentai manga, getting off on the dirty artwork while you service me."

Meg's brow furrowed slightly at the unfamiliar terms, but she remained silent, not wanting to break the spell.

"Sometimes in my dreams, I'm playing an eroge game, making choices that lead to the sexiest scenarios," Jeffrey went on, his excitement building. "All while you're there, sucking me off for hours, your mouth never leaving my cock."

Though Meg didn't fully understand what hentai or eroge meant, she grasped enough to know it was some kind of pornography. The thought of Jeffrey immersing himself in sexual content while using her mouth sent a jolt of arousal through her body. She clenched involuntarily, a soft gasp escaping her lips.

Jeffrey's voice grew husky as he continued sharing his fantasies. "But my ultimate dream," he whispered, his lips brushing her ear, "is to take you so slowly, so gently, that you'd barely notice until I was already deep inside you."

As he spoke, Jeffrey's hips shifted almost imperceptibly. The tip of his shaft, already nestled against Meg's entrance, began to ease forward with agonizing slowness.

"I imagine sliding into you, fraction by fraction," he murmured. "So gradual that the sensation builds like a crescendo."

Meg's breath caught as she felt the barest hint of pressure. Her mind raced, torn between arousal and uncertainty. But she remained still, neither encouraging nor resisting.

Jeffrey continued his whispered narrative, matching his movements to his words. "First, just the very tip, barely parting your folds," he breathed. True to his description, Meg felt the head of his cock slowly stretching her open.

"Then, millimeter by millimeter, I'd work my way deeper," Jeffrey said. His hips rocked forward with glacial slowness, easing himself further inside her welcoming heat.

Meg's fingers clutched at the sheets, her body trembling slightly. She knew she should stop this, should pull away or speak up. But a part of her was mesmerized by the exquisite tension, wanting to see how far it would go.

Jeffrey's voice grew even softer, barely above a whisper. "With each heartbeat, I'd sink deeper into your warmth," he murmured. "So gradual you might not even realize at first."

Meg's breath caught as she felt him inching forward, his girth stretching her open ever so slowly. Her mind raced, knowing she should stop this, but her body remained frozen in place.

"I'd savor every millimeter," Jeffrey continued, his hips rocking with glacial slowness. "Feeling you yield to me, bit by bit."

A soft gasp escaped Meg's lips as she felt him sliding deeper. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles white with tension. Still, she made no move to pull away.

"Until finally," Jeffrey breathed, "I'd be fully sheathed inside you. Joined as one."

With those words, he gave a final gentle push, burying himself to the hilt. Meg whimpered softly, overwhelmed by the sensation of fullness.

They lay still for a long moment, Jeffrey's arm wrapped tightly around her waist. Meg's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to process what had just happened. Part of her wanted to leap up, to run away. But a larger part craved more.

Jeffrey began to move with exquisite slowness, pulling back a fraction of an inch before easing forward once more. The pace was torturously gradual, each tiny movement sending ripples of sensation through Meg's body. She bit her lip, fighting to stay silent and still.

His hips rocked with glacial precision, the drag of his shaft against her inner walls almost imperceptible. Meg's breath came in shallow pants as she struggled to process the building tension. Her muscles quivered involuntarily, clenching around Jeffrey's girth.

Time seemed to stretch as Jeffrey maintained his agonizingly slow rhythm. Meg's world narrowed to the exquisite friction between their joined bodies. Sweat beaded on her skin as the pressure built, coiling tighter with each infinitesimal thrust.

A tremor ran through Meg's frame, her toes curling against the sheets. She pressed her lips together, stifling the moan that threatened to escape. Her fingers twisted in the bedding, knuckles white with the effort of remaining motionless.

Jeffrey's movements remained maddeningly unhurried, each languid stroke stoking the fire within her. Meg's thighs began to tremble, muscles taut with restrained energy. Her breath came in short, sharp gasps as she teetered on the edge of release.

Jeffrey continued his glacial pace, each movement barely perceptible. His hips rocked forward with agonizing slowness, advancing mere millimeters before retreating just as gradually. The friction was exquisite, every minute shift sending shockwaves through Meg's hypersensitive nerves.

Meg's body quivered with restrained energy, muscles taut as she fought to remain still. Her breath came in shallow pants, chest barely rising as she struggled to stay silent. Sweat beaded on her skin, trickling down the curve of her spine.

The pressure built with excruciating intensity, coiling tighter with each infinitesimal thrust. Meg's toes curled against the sheets, her fingers twisting in the fabric as she clung to her last shreds of control. Her inner walls clenched rhythmically around Jeffrey's shaft, heightening every sensation.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as Jeffrey maintained his torturously slow pace. Meg's world narrowed to the exquisite friction between their joined bodies, every nerve ending singing with pleasure. The tension mounted, winding tighter and tighter until Meg thought she might shatter.

A violent tremor ran through her frame as the first waves of her climax crashed over her. Meg bit down hard on her lip, tasting iron as she fought to stay silent. Her body went rigid, muscles locking as the orgasm tore through her with devastating ****.

Meg's entire body quaked as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She clenched her jaw, desperately trying to remain still and silent as the orgasm ripped through her core. Her inner muscles spasmed uncontrollably around Jeffrey's shaft, intensifying every sensation.

Despite her best efforts, tiny tremors ran through her limbs. Her toes curled against the sheets, fingers twisting in the fabric as she fought to stay motionless. Sweat trickled down her spine, her skin flushed and hypersensitive.

Through it all, Jeffrey maintained his agonizingly slow pace. His hips continued their glacial rhythm, each minute movement sending fresh shockwaves of pleasure coursing through Meg's overstimulated body. The relentless friction prolonged her climax, stretching it to almost unbearable lengths.

Meg's breath came in short, sharp gasps, her chest barely moving as she struggled to control her breathing. Her thighs quivered with the effort of staying still, muscles taut and trembling. She pressed her lips together, stifling the moans that threatened to escape.

The slow drag of Jeffrey's cock against her inner walls was exquisite ****. Each infinitesimal thrust stoked the fire within her, building the pressure anew even as the initial waves of her orgasm began to ebb. Meg's body felt like a live wire, every nerve ending singing with pleasure.

Meg's eyes flew open as she heard Jeffrey let out a soft, breathy moan. The sound sent a jolt through her body, reality crashing back in as she fully grasped what was happening. Her muscles tensed instinctively, but she remained still, not moving away.

Jeffrey's breathing grew more ragged, his chest heaving against her back. Another low groan escaped his lips, vibrating through her skin. Meg's heart raced, pounding so hard she was sure Jeffrey must feel it.

She stared straight ahead, gaze fixed on the dingy wall as Jeffrey continued his maddeningly slow thrusts. The worn posters of scantily-clad anime girls seemed to stare back at her accusingly. Jeffrey's movements became slightly more erratic, his hips jerking forward with a bit more ****. Meg struggled to stay silent. The increased friction sent sparks of pleasure radiating through her core, building a fresh wave of tension.

She could feel every inch of Jeffrey's shaft as it slid in and out with torturous slowness. Her inner walls clenched involuntarily, heightening the sensation. Meg's toes curled against the grimy sheets, her fingers twisting in the fabric as she still fought the losung battle to stay motionless.

Besides relentless pleasure, one thought remains waving insistent on her mind. That she had always been so careful, insisting on protection without exception. The feeling of skin-on-skin contact was foreign, thrilling, and terrifying all at once.

Jeffrey's breathing grew ragged, his grip on her waist tightening. Meg's heart pounded, a mix of arousal and panic flooding her system. She knew she should speak up, should stop this before it was too late. But her voice seemed locked away, her body frozen in place as Jeffrey's hips jerked forward with increasing urgency.

The pressure built to a crescendo, Jeffrey's low groan vibrating through her as he buried himself to the hilt with a final, forceful thrust. Meg gasped softly as she felt the unfamiliar pulsing deep inside, Jeffrey's member twitching as he found his release.

Time seemed to stand still as they lay joined, Jeffrey's labored breathing the only sound in the room. Meg's mind whirled, struggling to process what had just happened. She had never allowed this before.

Jeffrey remained buried deep inside Meg, his body pressed firm against her back. His breath came in ragged gasps, hot against her neck. Meg's mind raced, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions leaving her frozen in place.

She could feel Jeffrey's heartbeat pounding through his chest, reverberating through her own body. His shaft twitched inside her, still pulsing faintly in the aftermath of his climax. The sensation was foreign and intense, unlike anything she had experienced before.

Jeffrey's hips jerked forward in tiny, involuntary movements. Each time, he pushed impossibly deeper, as if trying to meld their bodies into one. Meg's breath caught in her throat, her inner walls clenching reflexively around his girth.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as they lay joined. Meg's senses went into overdrive, hyper-aware of every point of contact between their bodies. She could feel the dampness of Jeffrey's skin, the coarse hair on his legs tickling her thighs. The musky scent of their mingled sweat and arousal hung heavy in the air.

Jeffrey's grip on her waist tightened momentarily as another spasm rocked through him. He groaned softly, the sound vibrating through Meg's body. She bit her lip, fighting to stay still and silent as waves of sensation washed over her.

After what felt like an eternity, Jeffrey began to move once more, his hips rocking with languid, fluid motions.

Jeffrey's movements grew more purposeful, his hips rocking with renewed vigor. "Fuck, you feel amazing," he breathed, his lips brushing against Meg's ear. "So tight and warm. Just hold still for me, baby. Let me feel every inch of you."

Meg's breath caught in her throat as Jeffrey's pace increased. His shaft slid in and out with exquisite friction, aided by the slickness of their mingled fluids. Each thrust sent sparks of pleasure radiating through her core, building a fresh wave of tension.

"That's it," Jeffrey murmured encouragingly. "Just like that. You're perfect, Meg. So fucking perfect."

His hands roamed her body, kneading her breasts and trailing down her stomach. Meg shivered at his touch, her skin hypersensitive. She could feel every callus on his fingers, every twitch of his muscles as he moved inside her.

Jeffrey's breathing grew more labored, his chest heaving against her back. "I'm gonna come again," he groaned. "Fuck, you feel so good. I can't hold back much longer."

Meg's heart raced, a mix of arousal and anxiety flooding her system. She knew she should speak up. But her body betrayed her, inner walls clenching around Jeffrey's shaft as another wave of pleasure washed over her.

Jeffrey's movements suddenly became frenzied, his hips snapping forward with bruising ****. Meg gasped as he pounded into her relentlessly, the bed creaking beneath them.

"Take it," Jeffrey growled, his fingers digging into her hips. "Take my cock, you dirty slut."

The sudden shift in intensity left Meg reeling. Her body rocked with each powerful thrust, breasts bouncing as Jeffrey fucked her with animal ferocity. The wet slap of skin on skin filled the room, punctuated by Jeffrey's grunts and Meg's involuntary whimpers.

Meg's hips began to move of their own accord, grinding back against Jeffrey's punishing rhythm. The change in angle sent jolts of pleasure coursing through her, building rapidly to a crescendo.

"Oh…" Meg moaned, no longer able to stay silent. "Oh fuck, oh fuck!"

Her inner walls clenched rhythmically as a surprise orgasm ripped through her, leaving her trembling and gasping for air. Jeffrey showed no signs of slowing, his pace growing even more frantic as Meg's body quivered around him.

"Fuck yes," he snarled, slamming into her with reckless abandon. "Take my seed. Get pregnant!"

With a final, brutal thrust, Jeffrey buried himself to the hilt. Meg felt his cock pulse inside her as he erupted, flooding her again.