Have sex with David

18:40 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | David's Bedroom, Putney

David finishes undressing, his eyes never leaving your naked form sprawled across his charcoal sheets. His body is lean but muscular—banker by day, gym regular by night. When he finally stands nude before you, your breath catches. His cock stands proudly erect, thicker than you expected.

"Like what you see?" he echoes your earlier words, a smirk playing on his lips as he climbs onto the bed.

"God yes," you breathe, surprised by how naturally the words flow.

He kisses his way up your body, starting at your ankles, lingering at your inner thighs until you're squirming. When his tongue finally makes contact with your pussy, you cry out, your back arching off the bed.

"Fuck, you taste good," he groans against your most intimate flesh. "So wet for me."

His tongue circles your clit with practiced precision, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you. Two fingers slide inside you, curving upward to find a spot you didn't know existed until now. The dual sensation is overwhelming—your new body responds with an intensity that leaves you gasping.

"David," you moan, fingers tangling in his hair. "Please... I need..."

"What do you need, baby?" he asks, lifting his head slightly. "Tell me."

"You," you pant. "Inside me. Now."

A wolfish grin spreads across his face as he moves up your body, positioning himself between your thighs. The head of his cock nudges against your entrance, hot and insistent.

"You sure about this?" he asks, one last moment of hesitation despite the hunger in his eyes.

"Yes," you gasp, lifting your hips encouragingly.

He pushes forward, stretching you in a way that's uncomfortable yet exquisite. Your body yields to him inch by inch until he's fully seated, his pelvis flush against yours. The feeling of fullness is unlike anything you've ever experienced.

"Oh my god," you whimper, your nails digging into his shoulders.

"Fuck, you're tight," David groans, holding still to let you adjust. "You feel amazing."

He begins to move, slow at first—shallow thrusts that gradually deepen as your body relaxes around him. Each stroke ignites nerve endings you never knew you had, building a pressure that coils tighter and tighter in your core.

David shifts position, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder to drive deeper. The new angle sends jolts of electricity through you as he hits a spot deep inside that makes you see stars.

"Right there," you gasp. "Don't stop!"

His pace increases, hips snapping against yours with increasing urgency. One hand slides between your bodies to circle your clit with his thumb, and the dual stimulation pushes you rapidly toward the edge.

"Come for me," he commands, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. "Let me feel you."

The orgasm hits you like a tidal wave—powerful and all-consuming. Your back arches, walls clenching around his cock as waves of pleasure crash through you. You cry out his name, the sound high and breathless.

Your climax triggers his. With a guttural groan, David thrusts deep one final time, his cock pulsing inside you as he empties himself. The sensation of being filled sends aftershocks rippling through your oversensitized body.

He collapses beside you, both of you panting heavily. His arm drapes possessively across your waist, pulling you against his sweat-slicked chest.

"That was..." he begins, then laughs softly. "Fuck, I don't even have words."

You giggle, the sound bubbling up naturally. "Like, totally amazing?"

His fingers trace idle patterns on your hip. "Matt's going to kill me."

The statement should trigger panic or confusion, but your bimbo-locked brain simply lets it slide away like water off a duck's back.

"What Matt doesn't know won't hurt him," you hear yourself say with a playful wink.

19:10 | Saturday 2 Aug 2025 | David's Bedroom, Putney

[TIMER | Orgasm Requirement | SATISFIED]