FPC - Coping with stress

It might not be the healthiest way to cope with stress, but it was the most convenient at the time. The sheet pops off the corner of the bed, which creaks quietly. Sparkling, white semen shines on the covers as you lie on your side with Lara behind you. The flesh of your breast bulges from between her fingers as she squeezes it, burying her face in your neck as she makes love to you. Her thrusts are gentle but steady. Your hands clutch at the sticky sheets as her warm body presses against yours. She squeezes your breast harder, and her fingers find your nipple.

She trails kisses along your neck and murmurs in your ear about how good you feel.

You feel good too. Her body all over yours and her hard, curved dick inside you is enough to push all your worries away for the moment. You reach down there to stroke yourself and in seconds you’re moaning as you pour out more semen on the bed.

“Oh,” Lara gasps as your body tightens. “Riley.” You feel her lips and know you’re going to have a hickey. She pulls out, twisting her hips and grabbing her cock. She rubs it against your rear and slaps it against your hip, giving it a few pulls. You shiver as you feel her hot cum spill onto your skin, and she leans against you, breathing hard.

For a second she watches her load rolling down your hip, then she tilts your face up and kisses you deeply.

“My God,” she mumbles into your mouth, stroking your hair and kissing your cheek, then your mouth again. “I have wanted this so much.” You roll onto your back, inviting her, and she kisses you fiercely. You put your arms around her and cuddle as you both calm down. She wraps you in her arms and rests her cheek against yours. “Darling, you will look so good in those photos,” she murmurs.

“Don’t remind me,” you moan. “I’m the worst captain.”

“I’ll help you.”

“You’re a bad captain too,” you say with a little laugh.

“What? Why?” she asks, pretending to be hurt.

You lift your head a little to look down at where her erection lies against your belly, almost touching your own.

“You’re hard again already?”

“I have a healthy sex drive,” she says playfully, brushing her bangs out of her eyes. “So do you, if I recall.”

“We are bad captains.”

Lara trails her finger between your huge, sweaty breasts. “We’re good at this, though.”

You laugh, but she’s just looking at you. It’s the look. Your chest rises and falls in the quiet room as you gaze into her eyes. Without a word, Lara rolls onto her back, inviting you with her eyes. You can’t pretend that you don’t want it too.

You sit up and climb on top of her, grabbing her cock and guiding it between your legs. You sink onto her, leaning forward to give her what she really wants: a face full of boobs. She dives in hungrily, and you let your weight down, sighing as she fills you up.

Things could be worse.

~ Route End ~