Things go according to plan

Phoebe’s ass rubs against me. She wants me. It’s obvious. I slowly reach up, and sweep her hair back from her face. I kiss on her neck, slowly making my way up to her ear. My lips softly suck on her ear, and my tongue roams over every piercing she has running up her cartilage.

Her soft amble ass never stops grinding against me. It slowly awakens my cock. I give it a little extra inspiration by reaching around Phoebe and palming her tit. I massage it in my hand, feeling the bar of her nipple ring rolls between my fingers.

Phoebe sighs softly. She pulls down her pants. I pull down mine. She reaches back and grabs my hard cock. She guides it to her wanting opening. It’s up to me to thrust in.

I do with a groan. Her pussy grips me and squeezes my tip. I push in further. Phoebe moans and arches her back, pushing me deeper into her. She tries to reach back and grab my head. She sighs, “That’s the stretch I’ve been waiting for.”

I fuck her from this spooning position. One arm pinched between her body and the bed, and one hand greedily playing with her tits.

This small woman is so much different than my wife. With my eyes closed and my hands to myself, I’d still be able to tell I was buried in a pussy that wasn’t my wife’s. Her feel is different. Her scent is different. Her moans are different. She’s so small in front of me. Each thrust seems to reverberate through her body. I feel so fucking manly inside her.

I stop playing with her tits and move a hand between her legs. I stroke her clit as I continue to thrust in an out of her. I kiss her neck, and whisper in her ear, “You’re so much hotter than Monica. I wish you were my wife.”

It’s like that was what she was waiting to hear. She explodes into orgasm and I hold her tiny body. I stop thrusting and I stay inside her. I gently kiss her neck.

We can be both dirty and sweet. The perfect combo.

Phoebe snuggles into my arms, “We’d make a great couple. I wish I had known you had this thick of cock before I married Joey.”

I laugh, “You would still like me if I had a tiny dick?”

“Depends how skilled you are with your tongue,” Phoebe says.

She lays her head down and falls asleep, like she didn’t just issue a challenge to me.