Reverse Buffy

With my cock still deep inside her, Buffy brings her legs up and places them on either side of me, her body moving with a grace that belies the intensity of our encounter. Faith, ever the guiding ****, places a gentle hand on Buffy's shoulder, her touch both reassuring and commanding.

"Turn around... that's it... you got it," Faith encourages, her voice a purr. The sensation is unlike anything I've ever felt—Buffy's tight, wet pussy gripping me as she rotates, her body moving in a slow, sensual 180-degree turn. I wonder how I've never dreamed this vividly before, the reality of it almost too much to bear. I'm sure I'm going to wake up in a pool of my own filth, but this dream keeps on giving, a never-ending source of pleasure.

Buffy continues her filthy rotation, my cock firmly gripped not only by her pussy but also by Faith's hand, which has returned to grip tightly around the base of my shaft, making my, for lack of a better thought, my toes tingle.

"Now lean back, B. Put your hands on his chest," Faith instructs, with Buffy's legs spread wide in a perfect "M," her body on full display, glistening with sweat and desire, her voice firm yet gentle. Buffy complies, the good little "fuck student" to Faith's "fuck teacher." As Buffy's hands lay flat on my chest, I take a moment to admire the sight of her—her beautiful back arched, her shoulder blades flexing with each movement, the sheen of sweat running from the back of her neck, down her spine, to her perfect, round ass. I place a commanding grip on Buffy's hips, urging her to ride me again, her body responding instantly to my touch.

"Faith... Faith... I... I" Buffy can't form sentences, her words trailing off into incoherent moans as she rises and falls, rises and falls. She's barely able to form words, her body overwhelmed with pleasure, her next orgasm imminent. Faith, ever the attentive teacher, wants to make this even more explosive for her student.