Doggy Style

The urge to see that perfect, round ass in motion, to feel it ripple against my thighs, was overwhelming. I needed to take control.

"Turn around," I commanded, my voice thick with desire. My hands on her hips guided her movement. Tina understood instantly, a playful, knowing smile gracing her lips. She lifted herself off me, my latex-coated cock emerging, glistening and slick from her depths. She swung one leg over my body and positioned herself on her hands and knees on the couch, her glorious ass arched high in the air, presented to me like an offering.

I stood up, my pants still tangled around my ankles, forcing an awkward shuffle. I kicked them away with impatience, my shorts and boxers sliding across the hard floor. My shirt followed. Then I knelt behind her on the couch cushions, the springs groaning under our combined weight. I grabbed my cock, still rock-hard and throbbing, and guided it back to her entrance. I watched, mesmerized, as the head disappeared between her swollen, glistening lips. With one smooth, deliberate thrust, I buried myself to the hilt.

"OH, FUCK!" Tina cried out, her head snapping back. I was in no mood to take it slow. I grabbed her hips, my fingers digging into her firm flesh, and began to piston in and out of her. The couch creaked in protest with every powerful slam. Her ass jiggled with each impact, her breasts bounced wildly in the mirror on the opposite wall, a mesmerizing wave of motion that spurred me on. The room filled with the rhythmic slap of my thighs against her skin and her growing moans.

I leaned forward, covering her body with mine, my chest pressing against her back. I reached around, one hand finding a bouncing breast, the other sliding down to her clit. I pinched her nipple, rolled it between my fingers, and began to circle her clit with my thumb.

"YES! YES! DON'T STOP!" she shrieked. Her body tensed, her back arching even more. Her pussy clamped down on me like a vise, a series of intense, rhythmic contractions milking my shaft as she screamed through her orgasm. The sensation was incredible, the tight, pulsing heat threatening to pull me over the edge with her. I fought it back, gritting my teeth, determined to make this last. I slowed my pace, drawing out her pleasure, feeling her shudder and tremble beneath me.

When her breathing evened out, I slowly pulled out. My cock was slick with her juices, a thick, clear sheen coating the condom from base to tip. Tina collapsed forward onto the couch, face down, her body limp and sated.

"God, Scott," she mumbled into the cushion. "You're not done yet, are you?"