Yes

I feel the pulsing of Heather’s tunnel walls slow. Her eyes open and she says, in a low, urgent voice, “Cum in me, baby, please . . . let me feel your hot cream feeding my hungry little pussy . . .”

Out of nowhere, an idea occurs to me. “I will, love,” I tell her, “but I want to try something. Here, let me up.”

Heather moans disappointedly, but unwraps her legs. She moans louder when I pull out. “Get up on your knees facing the back of the couch,” I say. She complies, resting her hands on the back, and I get up behind her. I wrap one hand around one of her stunning tits and use the other one to line up my cock. With a flip of my hips, I thrust up into her streaming heat, then shift my hand to hold her hips against mine. I diddle her joystick with one middle finger and her nipple with the other, massaging her boob and her Venus mound with my palms. I roll my hips to thrust in and out, pressing my cock against her G-spot.

Heather turns her head to capture my lips with hers. We make out with wild abandon, our tongues probing each other’s mouths as my cock probes her deepest places. Feeling her body filling arms and warm against my skin, her lips hot on mine, her tit a soft weight in my palm and her clit wet and swollen under my finger—truly, every dream I’ve ever had has come true right here. I break off our kiss and say huskily, “Cum with me, baby—I’m—I’m—”

Her voice low and urgent, Heather replies, “Do it, lover. Cum in my hungry pussy. Let me feel you. Cum in me and make me cum.”

I bury my head in her shoulder and howl into her neck as my orgasm erupts, firing blast after blast of cum into Heather’s hot body. She reaches back to hold to me with both hands, moaning, “So warm . . . so full . . . so—aaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh!” She leans her head back with a howl of her own as her climax unfurls within her, wrapping around and amplifying mine. We hold on to each other for dear life as our shared bliss storms through our bodies, firing our nerves and overwhelming all thought with sensation.

After some time, we twist and sit down on the couch, Heather in my lap, my arms still around her. “That wasn’t what I planned,” she murmurs, sounding rather awed. “I’d meant for our first time to be in my bed—but once I felt your cock in my pussy, I couldn’t stop—I couldn’t let you go . . . Besides, it felt deliciously naughty. But I still want you in my bed,” she adds shyly.

I kiss her neck and say, “Shall we go up, then?”

“Yes, let’s.”