Tight Wet Pussy

With a grin, I push Tommy back down so he's seated. I then mount him, guiding his cock into my gushing pussy.

"Ahh... What's better than a tight, wet pussy?" I coo.

"Absolutely nothing."

As I grind on his dick, his hands then grip the collar of my blouse, before pulling. The buttons prove no match for his muscular arms, throwing my blouse open. I proceed to throw it off as I slow down.

"You wanna see these titties, don't ya Sugar?"

Tom nods at me as my hands unclasp my bra. As it falls to the floor, Tom dives his face into my breasts, to which I laugh.

"They're a bit bigger than Morgan's, aren't they Sugar?"

Again he nods as I start to grind on him some more. His hands then explore my body, rubbing my waist and my hips, before stopping to squeeze my ass. My body is his to explore, and his cock is all mine to exploit. Every movement I make is one that puts me closer to climax. To get myself even closer, I slink a hand down towards my clit and begin rubbing.

"Oh fuck... This is what I've needed all day Sugar." I coo.

"Same here."

"Ahh... You can't get enough, can you Sugar?"

"Not at all."

That's when my legs begin to tremble. "Ohh fuck... I'm cumming... I'm cumming Sugar."

A moment later, and another orgasm hits me like a hammer, causing my body to convulse as I throw my head back. Tommy holds me tightly throughout my climax, and even gives me a second to catch my breath before I look back down at him.

That's when he makes his move. Before I can blink, I'm on my back and he's thrusting.

As I wrap my legs around him, I cry "Ohh come on... Give it to me Sugar."

My words spur him on to hammer me in just the way I crave. The couch shakes as he looks into my eyes. There's determination written all over his face, backed up by the fact he's putting every muscle of his chiseled body to work. Sweat begins to pour onto his face, but that's the closest he comes to slowing down. His thrusts continue to hit my spot just right, and in turn, push me towards another climax.

"Ohh fuck... I'm cumming Sugar." I cry.

"So am I." He growls.

"Don't fucking stop. Don't fucking stop!"

In response, he somehow summons the stamina to thrust faster. As soon as I hit my climax, I hear him grunt and feel his cum flood my channel. Whilst I quiver underneath him, he slides out of me. When I finally calm down, I find myself lying limp on my couch, looking up to Tommy as he catches his breath.

"How was that for something better, Sugar?" I ask.

"I don't think there's anything better than that."

As I nod faintly, I say "Yeah... I'm with you on that."