What's Jane like?

Little miss can't be wrong

You're not certain which gods you pleased in a previous life to have ended up with the amazing creature sitting on a chair in front of you you as your best friend and lover despite how thoroughly average you had been, but Jane could easily be a nymph from the myths of yesteryear.

A little more than a full foot shorter than the new you, Jane is a petite redhead with pale, freckled skin and flame-colored hair framing her slender face, her bright green eyes peering up at you adoringly as her full, pink lips parted around the tip of your cock, enfolding you in the warm, wet cavern of her small mouth as she takes you into her esophagus, stopping only when her upturned celestial nose is pressed against your loins, her eyes rolling backwards into her head as your length rubs against the vagus nerve in her throat, shuddering slightly as the touch stimulated her cervix from afar; you can still remember how much effort Jane put into eliminating her gag reflex just so she deepthroat you better for your pleasure, as well as the first time she achieved a throat orgasm while going down on you.

Reaching down, you take her by the hands, which she had placed lightly against your sides, and gently pull her to her feet, freeing your enormous member from her lips with a popping as she was **** to release you from her mouth. Bending down as she stood on her tiptoes, you find her lips with yours and feel her tongue probing against your lips; when you allow her inside your mouth, she quickly seeks out your tongue and slips hers underneath, deftly drawing it into her mouth, where you can taste no aftertaste of yourself, just Jane's natural sweetness.

Jane snuggles her body into yours, and you can feel her breasts press against you. Small and pert, they are capped with beautiful pink areolas peaked with nipples that feel hard and hot against your as she leans against you, your hardness pressing against the soft, freckled skin of her stomach.

As you continue to make out with Jane, you feel her small hands, with their delicate, tapered fingers ending in perfectly manicured nails, lead yours down her slender waist, letting them stop briefly on her slim hips before steering them to her bottom, where she guided them to cup her small butt.

"Up!"Jane demands bossily as she breaks the kiss for a moment, the urgency in her breathless whisper and her lustful gaze telling you exactly what she wants without her having to say it all in words, and you eagerly comply.

You could always lift Jane, but with your newfound strength, you pick her up effortlessly, like she was light as a feather. The moment her feet leave the floor, she grabs a hold of your hard cock with one hand, her parting her puffy lower lips as she lines up the tip of your manhood with her hairless pussy; as soon as you feel her womanhood brush against the end of your boner, you let gravity do its work.

Sweet whimpers and mewls escape Jane's parted lips as your cock slowly slides into her with the help of her weight, her forehead resting on your chest as she wraps her arms around your back, fingers stroking your spine as she holds you close. Perfectly wet and slippery, she is just as tight now as she was your first time together, stretching to accommodate your length and girth as you slip inside her, a perfect fit in the way you fill her up completely like a key would a matching lock from more than two decades of warm intimacy.

Suddenly, you feel Jane's pussy convulse around your cock, gripping you tight with her womanhood as she grows even wetter, velvet waves flowing down and all around the thick manhood that is you; only a fourth of your penis is inside her, but she clenches you with everything she has, holding her breath as she instinctively hooks her legs around your waist, her arms squeezing you tight as she seems to cling on to dear life all while telling you, with nary a word, "You're not going anywhere!"

You can feel her continue to pulse around your throbbing manhood, your hearts beating together in time as you continue to sink deeper into her warm, welcoming depths, her nethers flooding with her juices as she continues to cum; by the time you are in her to the hilt, she has gone practically limp from rolling orgasms, her breath ragged gasps as her body is more draped across yours than holding on like before.

Giving Jane a moment to recover and regain her wits, you feel her lightly press kisses on your chest before leaning up and whispering, "Thank you."

"No, thank you," you whisper back, grateful to have her.

"How do I feel?" Jane demands as she looks down at the massive bulge starting at her puffy lower lips and going passed her belly button that is you inside of her.

"Incredible," you tell her.

"Describe it for me," she says softly, her tone leaving no room for argument.

"You're so warm, wet and smooth... it's like getting the perfect massage by a skin-tight hot tub that's the perfect temperature."

Jane's freckled cheeks flush beautifully at the compliment, the sudden rush of blood making her already-flushed skin even more attractive.

"Good," she whispers, barely audibly, though you can hear the gratitude in her voice. "I want you remember how it feels inside me."

"I will" you whisper back. "Thank you for always being there for me."

Jane doesn't say another word, but hooks her legs around your hips once more, then begins to rock herself on your cock, using the leverage created by digging her heels into the small of your back to propel the motion, gasps and moans escaping her lips as she fucks herself languidly on your shaft; it is all you can do to not grab her by her ass and thrust all of yourself into her to your balls with a single stroke.

Even though the pace is leisurely, it takes only about a dozen laps before Jane jerks slightly and you feel her pussy tighten around you as she gushes; though it's not as strong as the orgasm she had while she was sliding down your cock, she's cum again, as evident by the way she's pausing to catch her breath.

"Cum with me," Jane orders softly. "Show me how good I make you feel."

You can't deny her want she wants, nor do you want to; even though you can delay your orgasm for as long as you desire, having your best friend tell you she wants to share such an intimate moment is enough for you to want to make it happen.

"How do you want me?" you ask.