Fuckin' On The Couch

“Come on sexy: let’s take this somewhere a little more… comfortable.”

She led him by the dick to her couch, lying down with her head on an armrest. Fingering the hem of her pants, the baggy cargoes fell away, and so did the g-string as it fluttered to the floor.

“You ready to fuck me?” She teased, watching him place one knee on the seat of the couch, half-standing above her. “You ready to pound me? Pump that hot white batter right inside of me?”

She didn’t know whether it was good dirty talk or not, but hey, it’s not like he could tell. If she didn’t know any better, the ferocity with which he pushed her down and lined his cock right up with her pucker meant it must be doing something.

“aaaaAAAAaaaah!”

She screamed as he plunged balls deep - a scream of joy, and partially pain. The searing red jolt that struck lightning through her body passed quickly, leaving behind a very full, very warm, very throbbing sensation behind.

“Then fuck me.” She rasped passionately in his ear.

She pulled him to her for her very first kiss just as he began to piston in and out. Lost in a world of sensation, all she could feel was the warmth of his lips, his rhythmic pumping in her ass, and the flopping of her little penis as they ebbed back and forth together. She moaned, separating from the kiss and grabbing at his muscular chest; he in turn groped roughly at her boobs, eliciting a gasp from his rough treatment of her nipples.

Was this what it was like to have a man? To feel his strength above you, his raw desire for you in every thrust as it clapped your cheeks? Her tongue lolled out, incoherent sounds escaping her lips as she turned to putty in his hands.

And then he grabbed her under the knees and pulled her up to a new position. Now she was folded like a lawn chair beneath him, **** ass raised high and ready for penetration.

“RrrraAAAAAH!”

He was pounding like a jackhammer now, sending vibrations through her body as she grabbed desperately for a handhold – any handhold!

“Fuck yes! Fuckme fuckme fuckme fuckMEEEE-!”

Blinding white engulfed her vision; hot sticky semen splashed down upon her, her own splooge raining down and painting white her chest and face.

Her lover roared again, slamming it home: she loved the feeling of his balls pumping glob after glob of cum inside her! Hot, warm, oozing filled her up inside, making her complete.

In the end, the room was silent, only the sound of her breathing coming to her ears.

Her lover stood stock still, as if – having finally released – he felt no need to pull his throbbing cock from her aching ass.

Jane laughed softly, still completely upside down.