Gina fucks Miles

Gina does not wait.

She turns around, straddles him in the chair position, reaches between her legs and wraps her hand around his cock. She lines him up and sinks down onto him in one steady motion.

Gina: oh FUCK.

She stays still for approximately two seconds. Then she starts moving.

No warmup. No gradual build. She rides him immediately and with purpose, her hands on his knees, her hips finding a rhythm that makes it very clear she has been waiting for this since the lap dance at minimum.

Gina: oh god. Oh his cock.

She picks up her speed, her hips moving harder, the couch shifting slightly beneath them. Her head drops back, her blonde hair falling loose.

Miles: gina.

Gina: don't talk. She says it breathlessly. just feel it.

She rides him harder, her rhythm urgent and relentless, her sounds filling the quiet room. He grips her hips from behind and she pushes back against his hands.

Then he shifts.

He eases himself back, pulling her with him, until he is lying flat on the couch and she is on top of him in reverse cowgirl, his cock still inside her, the transition seamless.

Gina: oh. She adjusts to the new angle. oh that's deeper.

He does not wait for her to find her rhythm. He slides his hands under her, grips her hips firmly, and lifts her slightly, holding her petite body up off the couch just enough to drive upward into her from below.

Gina: oh FUCK. Oh my god.

He drives into her hard and fast from beneath, holding her weight with both hands, her body moving above him with every upward thrust. She grabs his knees behind her, trying to find purchase, her sounds completely uninhibited.

Gina: oh god. Oh his cock right now. Oh my— She cannot complete a sentence. oh FUCK.

He keeps going, holding her up, ramming into her from below with the focused energy of someone who has been waiting considerably longer than she has.

Gina: oh my god. Oh— She shakes her head. I can't. I can't think. Oh—

She comes hard, shaking above him, her grip on his knees tightening. He drives through every wave without stopping.

Then she takes back control.

She turns around on him, facing him now in cowgirl, her hands going to his chest. She looks down at him with dark focused eyes and starts riding him again immediately, harder than before.

Gina: my turn now.

She rides him with everything she has, her hips working his cock with a relentless driving rhythm, her whole body committed to one single purpose. She leans forward slightly, changing the angle, finding something that makes her gasp.

Gina: oh. Oh right there. She locks onto that angle and does not leave it. right there. Right there.

She reaches between them and wraps her hand around the base of his cock as she rides him, stroking what she cannot take, her hand and her hips working in rhythm.

Miles: gina. He grips her thighs. I'm close.

Gina: She rides him harder, her hand working faster. I know. She looks down at him with bright eyes. give it to me. All of it. Right now.

She works him, her hand and her hips in perfect relentless rhythm, her eyes on his face, watching for everything.

He comes.

It hits him like something being released after hours of impossible pressure, a wave that starts at his core and moves outward through his entire body, loud and long and completely beyond his control. He grips her thighs hard enough to leave marks, his head pressing back into the couch cushion, a sound leaving him that he has never made before.

Gina keeps her hand working through every single pulse, drawing out every last wave until he has absolutely nothing left.

His cock finally softens.

The relief is extraordinary.

He lies completely still, staring at the ceiling, both hands at his sides, his chest heaving.

Gina sits on top of him for a moment, catching her own breath. Then she looks down at him with a small satisfied smile.

Gina: She looks down between them. there. She says it simply. all better.

Miles: He stares at the ceiling. I cannot feel my legs.

Gina: She climbs off him and reaches for her clothes. you're welcome.

He does not move.

Miles: gina.

She pulls her shirt over her head and looks at him.

Miles: that was the best orgasm of my entire life.

She looks at him for a moment. Something crosses her expression that she decides not to examine too closely.

Gina: She picks up her shorts. She says it lightly, moving toward the door. it was the pill.

Miles: it was not the pill.

She stops at the doorway.

She does not turn around. But he can see the smile from where he is lying.

Gina: get some sleep Miles.

She disappears down the hallway.

He lies completely still on the couch for a long moment, the room quiet around him, his body finally at rest after hours of pharmaceutical assisted torment.

Miles: He says it to the empty room. worth every second of that game.