"First..."

Holy fuck.

"First..." I began. My mind was racing with a million thoughts. I wanted to blurt out that I'd fuck her until someone in the hotel filed a noise complaint. I wanted to tell her that I'd fuck her until I was too sore to walk down the aisle tomorrow. But I was able to suppress those thoughts and do my best to draw out the experience for both of us.

"I'd bury my face between your legs and lick your cunt until you begged me to stop."

"Oh, Shane," Tracy moaned as her fingers found her clit. "Oh god, I want to fuck you so bad."

My cock pulsed in my hand. Precum was absolutely oozing out from my tip, slickening my cock as my hand slowly glided up and down.

"Then I'd kiss my way up your belly and take one of those beautiful big tits into my mouth."

"Ahh," Tracy moaned lightly as she took her left breast in her hand, her right still working between her legs, her eyes fixated on my cock.

"And then what?" she asked. "What do you want to do next?"

"I'd crawl on top of you," I growled, "And I'd line my cock right up to the entrance of your slick twat..."

"Oh Shane," Tracy gasped. She squirmed a bit as she slipped her fingers into her dripping hole.

"Then, I'd bury myself balls deep." Tracy matched my words with her actions, shoving two fingers into her pussy up to the knuckle.

"Oh, fuck Shane," Tracy moaned though I could have sworn I heard her say "Fuck me, Shane."

"Then I'd pull out and drive back into you as deep as I could. Over and over."

She started moving her fingers in and out, faster and faster—pumping herself like her life depended on it. Her body writhed, hips twisting in rhythm with my stroking hand.

"Oh yea, Tracy," I groaned, my hand picking up pace. "Oh, Tracy, I'd fuck you so hard into that couch."

"Fuck me Shane!" Tracy yelled. There was no mistaking that one. "Oh, yes! Fuck me, baby!"

Her free hand returned to her breasts and she squeezed those magnificent jugs as her hips bucked, humping wildly into the air. I could feel myself about to come.

"Fuck me, Shane," she gasped again. "Oh baby, please!"

Did she really want me to fuck her? Even if she didn't mean it literally, would she have stopped me if I had gotten up and slipped between her legs? Or would she grab me by the ass and pull me into her steaming cunt.

"OH SHANE!" Tracy's loud moans snapped me back to the present. They were hitting a crescendo. "CUM FOR ME SHANE!"

"Oh, god," I groaned. "Oh, Tracy!"

Her face twisted in pleasure. Her body writhed uncontrollably. "CUM ON MY TITS, SHANE! CUM ALL OVER MY BIG TITS!"

Even if I had wanted to get up and blast my cum all over her perfect tits, I was too far gone. My hips were already jolting out of my seat. I let out an animalistic growl as I erupted.

"YESSSSSSS!!!" Tracy moaned, her body convulsing as she watched rope after rope explode from the tip of my cock and land on my chest and stomach. The last few spurts bubbled over my knuckles and settled in a pool of creamy goo on my lap.

"Oh god, Tracy," I panted, looking down at the mess I had made all over myself. "That was...incredible."

Her eyes rolled back, she was still slowly stroking her pussy. I'd never seen a girl come as hard as Tracy was coming.

"Holy fuck." Her legs were twitching. She sat up and took a deep breath.

"Jesus," she said, bursting into laughter at the sight of me covered in my own cum. I laughed along with her, picking my hand up and stretching out my fingers to show her the sticky seed stretching from finger to finger. "Stay right there."

I watched as she skipped across the room toward the bathroom, her breasts and ass bouncing with each step. She returned with a bath towel. I reached out to grab it from her.

"No," she said, pulling the towel from my grasp. "I've got it."

"Oh?" I asked.

She knelt down between my legs, my cock resting on my stomach in a puddle of semen, and proceeded to slowly, meticulously, clean up my torso. She ran the towel all the way from my collarbone down to the tip of my dick and back again. I could see the desire burning in her eyes. Her breasts grazed against my lap as she reached around, wiping me from all angles. I was completely spent but I certainly felt a few jolts as her soft breasts brushed against my deflated cock.

When she was done cleaning me off, she balled the towel up and tossed it on the floor next to the chair.

"That's as good as I can do with just a towel," she said.

"Yea, I'm going to have to take a shower before I head to bed."

We both looked at each other, seemingly going through the same thought process at the exact same time.