Back at the mansion

The driver drops you off at Paul’s family home. You’re both drunk again and you both know exactly what’s about to happen.

His bedroom door barely closes before you jump him. He was expecting it and easily catches you, your hands hang on to his neck as he buries his face in your cleavage. You laugh out loud when he motorboats your tits.

You smile and turn around asking him to unzip you. The dress drops the floor, all you have on are stockings and your garter. He hungrily kisses your neck up to your ear as he disrobes too.

Lust fills his eyes as he lift you up, cradling your thighs in his arms and lowers you on to his hard cock, you gasp, as stars flash behind your eyes, nothing feels better than when he first enters you. Moaning into his neck, the cascading waves of orgasms start to wash over you, it’s mostly a blur, but you feel amazing.

You’re on your back now, Paul kisses your feet as he pumps away at you. You run your hands over his body, he is yours.

He’s close as he picks up the pace and folds you up in a pretzel. He’s pinned you down and smoothers you in kisses. His balls contract and you can feel his cock throbbing inside you, pumping you full of cum. He rolls off of you and you collapse into unconsciousness in each other’s arms.