Try to kiss her

You go upstairs with Sara and get changed. You change into a pair of black Joggers and a Red Hoodie. Sara changed into a red summer dress. She walks towards you and asks “do you know where my shoes are?” “No,” you respond, “she then just walks up so she against you and bats her eyes.

You decide to go for it. You kiss her. She kisses back after realizing what just happened. She puts your hand on her ass.

Next thing you know, She sits in the center of the bed and allows her dress to fall from her shoulders. She runs one hand through her long, hair and blinks at you. Her eyes are gorgeous, her breasts beautiful and she’s all yours.

“Come here,” she says seductively while motioning for you to come to her.

You climb onto the bed and she meets you halfway, on her knees now, kissing your lips tenderly and stroking your neck.

You lie her back on the bed and she spreads her legs so you can lie on top of her. Together, you remove your joggers and then you slide into her. Her red dress is now bunched up around her waist like a life belt and she wraps her long legs around your waist. Your cock is incredibly deep inside her and her eyes widen with the shock of it.

“God, you feel big, John” she whispers.

You move in and out of her and every movement is making her tremble. She throws her arms around your shoulders, shuddering, as if every stroke is an agony of pleasure.

She wails into your neck as you slide in and out. She bites her lip and even bites you in her efforts to withstand her own pleasure.

“Yes,” she says. “Now, John. Now.”

She relaxes and raises her legs so that her ankles are on your shoulders and penetration is again incredibly deep. She coaxes you close and you give her what she wants, filling her to the hilt and then withdrawing slowly.

“Even my hands are tingling,” she exclaims. “You’re incredible.”

You move your hips in time to her breathing and thus become deeply entwined. The rhythm unites you and for a time you are one being, feeling pleasure as one, rising and falling like waves.

Still, every now and then you look down at her biting her lip and think:

“I’m fucking Sara. This is incredible.”

Her fingers dig into your arm.

“I’m going to cum,” she announces. She says it like a warning and you hang on tight.

She arches her back as pleasure rips through her. Her muscles are taut and you believe that you are seeing her at her absolute best, physically, emotionally and who knows what else. You can’t resist taking her stud-like nipples into your mouth and she gasps, her body racked with pleasure.

Eventually, she sinks back onto the bedsheets and you sink on top of her, losing yourself, unraveling, uncoiling, all the desire you’ve had for her for so long unfurling in a few perfect squirts of semen.

“Did you cum?” she asks. She’s already so wet that her pussy doesn’t feel that different now that you’ve cum inside her.

“Yeah, baby,” you say.

“Good,” she says … “but I want to cum again. I want you inside me again. How long before you’re hard again?”