You lock eyes as you guide your cock inside her

Malia's pussy is hot, incredibly tight, and clenches around your cock as you slide inside her, causing you to gasp as Malia moans in pleasure. She wraps her strong legs around you and pulls you in, pinning your hips against her as she takes your face in her hands and kisses you deeply, her tongue not hesitating to slide in your mouth. You wrap your arms around her back, grasping her shoulders for leverage as you begin to thrust your hips, moving your cock in and out of her as her own hips respond, tilting to match your thrusts and urging you to speed up.

You suck her tongue and continue to kiss her, your own tongue finding your way to her mouth, as Malia groans and begins moving her hips faster, prompting you to speed up in turn. She runs her hands down your back, grasping your butt and pulling you in, her breasts jiggling between you and her, cushioning your chest as you move up and down. Already left teased and pent up by your oral stimulation, Malia's pussy continues clenching you with every thrust, as you rock in and out of her quickly approaching a powerful orgasm.

Malia arches her back and tilts her head back, breaking contact with your mouth, to groan and gasp in raw, animal pleasure. She rocks her hips into you from below, her pussy grasping and sucking at your twitching cock with every rapid thrust. Her nails dig into your butt, her thighs clench and quiver, and you bury your face in her neck, sucking and biting it as you go over the edge. You grunt and moan as your cock clenches, and you give one last hard thrust before your cum erupts into the female condom. Her pussy clenches hard against your cock in spasms matching your ejaculation, and you lock together, twitching and moaning into each other's ears as you cum together.

As the last spurts of cum bubble out of your cock, Malia's pussy continues squeezing it as you return to kissing each other hotly and passionately, your tongues wrestling in your mouth followed by hers. Malia's hands wander over your back as you continue grasping her shoulders, forcing your cock to remain inside her even as it continues softening. Her legs unlock, one foot dropping to the floor while the other rests against the back of the couch. Although quick, your lovemaking was hot and incredibly passionate, leaving you deeply satisfied, a feeling you feel mirrored in Malia's relaxing body, matched by her continuing moans of pleasure.

Malia's last clench actually pushes your soft cock out of her, and it flops down to rest along with a trail of oozing semen, against her anal plug. You try to sit up for a moment, and Malia whispers "no..." before pulling you back on top of her. She wraps her arms around your shoulders, and you continue to kiss while you trace your fingers across her shoulders from below. You hear the credits finish, and the television screen returns to the streaming menu, as you hold one another, embracing the afterglow.

Eventually, Malia lets go of you enough to sit up. You kiss her one more time, and she follows you up to kiss you one last time, before laying back down on the couch. She moans, "that was divine..." as she moves one arm over her head and over the arm of the couch, tracing her fingers over her body. She reaches below her legs and grasps the outer ring of the female condom, and giving it a little twist to prevent spilling your cum on the couch, pulls it out with a little pop.

She hands it to you, and you get up to throw it and the wrapper in the trash. You ask, "would you like a little more wine?" She closes her eyes, stretching, and says, "god, yes please..." You take her glass and pour her another, before returning to the couch. She lifts her legs up, letting you sit next to her hips, and drapes her thighs over your lap, as she props herself up to sip the wine, her breasts shifting to one side.

She asks sultrily, "so how does it feel to be an official swinger?" She smiles at you seductively, the glass of wine still at her lips.

You run your hands over her hips and legs, and say "if being an official swinger is like that all the time, count me in". She laughs, looks to one side, and beckons you with her finger. You lean over her body to kiss her more, your hands running over her torso, breasts, and shoulders. You taste the wine on her lips and in her mouth, and she breaks contact to have another sip.

Malia says, "not all the time...not very often at all, really. Most men I've been with...and there have been a lot since David and I started swinging...don't have your passion. They try to put on a show, try to impress, just want to get their nut, or are...too hung up to give in to themselves. Don't take this the wrong way...but I'll take five minutes of what we just had over hour-long, multiple orgasm, sex marathons any time. That was...genuine," she finishes, rubbing your forearm.

"I'm surprised to hear that," you say, "you have to have had lots of really good lovers".

Malia says, "more than my share. But being a good fuck isn't being a good lover," she says wistfully, taking another sip of wine.

"So we're lovers now?" you ask.

Malia smiles at you behind her glass of wine, a twinkle in her eye. "We'll see," she says in a sultry tone, "keep that up and I'll definitely be back for more". She sits up, kissing you again, and finishes her wine in a large sip. "Excuse me a moment," she says, standing up to walk to the restroom. A few minutes later, the toilet flushes and the water runs, and Malia walks back into the living room to put her anal plug in her purse.

She stands back up, her breasts jiggling again slightly. She asks, "the bedroom is straight down the hall?"

"Yeah," you reply.

She starts walking down the hall, and says, "are you coming?" You follow her to the bedroom, and lay down beneath the sheets.