SOL - Changes Part 8

You have no desire to move. Riley’s body pressed against yours as she clings to you, her cock twitching against your belly as her walls quiver around your shaft, deep inside her is as good as it gets.

She came hard, but she bounces back quickly, and she’s different now: more relaxed and playful after she’s gotten off. For a few moments, she doesn’t say anything and just looks into your eyes as you keep rubbing her back.

She shifts her weight, blushing and glancing down, perhaps noticing just how full she still is.

“Hmph,” she murmurs, flicking you a look before climbing off. Her cum gleams on your stomach as her half-hard cock hangs from her tiny, black panties. Giving you what she probably hopes is a sultry look, she sinks to her knees in front of you. It couldn’t be more obvious that on the inside her shyness and embarrassment are dueling with her pride, but that just makes you harder. Your big cock jumps and her eyes widen slightly.

She wraps her soft fingers around it and uses her mouth, making a point to look up at you. What she lacks in expertise, she makes up for in aggression. You spread your legs and grip the sheets, watching intently as she licks and sucks. She doesn’t have the technique to take you deep, so she tries to make up for it with her sucking. You are not complaining.

She looks up at you, still stroking with her hand.

“Am I as good at this as Riona?” she asks.

“Sure,” you say.

“I’ve been practicing.” She frowns up at you. “Does that make you jealous?”

“Yes,” you reply, surprising her.

She holds your gaze for a moment longer, then envelops your cock with her mouth and tries even harder. You could have finished any time when you were inside her, so you have no difficulty when she senses your body tensing and pulls back. Riley bites her lip and pulls on you rhythmically. You grunt and your toes curl on the rug. Your cock leaps and Riley flinches; the ropes of cum that land on her breasts are hotter, heavier, and more generous than she expected. She keeps pulling until you wince and stop her.

She looks down at herself, then touches her chest and stares at the sticky coating on her hand. You lie back with a sigh of satisfaction and she crawls onto the bed, lying down beside you. You just came, but you still find the strength to roll onto your side so you can be face to face, noses touching. You hug her close.

“I should make you wear a condom,” she says, still rubbing your semen between her fingers.

She’s changed a lot, but she hasn’t become any less beautiful. You can’t look away from her.

“What?” she asks, embarrassed.

“Nothing,” you say.

“Don’t be weird.” She gives you a quick kiss on the lips and goes back to watching your face. “I told you that Max isn’t coming back tonight, right?” She snuggles closer to you, tangling her legs with yours. It’s a sticky situation, but you’re comfortable with that.

Riley isn’t the same, but neither are you. If you could learn not to let your ego control everything you do, then learning to share should be easy.

[ The End ]