Rachel cleans up and shows off an old present

“Fuck!” You let something halfway between a growl and a scream as your cum is rocketed deep into Rachel’s bowels while you make sure that you’re pressing into her sculpted, perfect ass hard from behind. At the same time as you’ve got one hand on her rod to make sure that her own load continues to be blasted all over her tight tummy and huge tits, she’s milking you with her ass, rhythmically contorting and relaxing her bung and having the walls of her anal passage close in around your member. Thanks to your efforts, you’re moaning in unison and twitching against each other.

Although Rachel’s cumshots seems to be getting bigger and more long-lasting the further you get into your loving and sexually supercharged relationship, she’s made sure that you’ve undergone a similar development. Hence, you’re still busy flooding her ass and having your schlong and balls rocked by powerful throbs when she comes down from her orgasmic high and one last spurt of spunk flows out onto her cockend with much less force than the jets that are already glued to her body in a chaotic pattern reaching from around her bellybutton up to her stiff nipples. Immediately, you switch to rubbing one thumb over her pisshole, not giving her a moment’s pause from the pleasure that you’re giving her, and having her continue to moan and whimper happily as you keep cumming.

Eventually, you can tell through the waves of pleasure rolling over you that you’re almost done, and so give Rachel’s member a quick little squeeze before pulling back and slamming forwards once, treating your gorgeous girlfriend to one final booty-slapping thrust of your hips as the last of the big batch of balljuice that she’s coaxed from you is deposited into her ass.

“God… John… that was incredible...” Rachel’s is breathing heavily and her voice is soft and tired when she speaks up once the two of you have shared a few happy, silent moments of you spooning her while your dick softens slowly where it remains buried in her ass.

“Yes it was...” Agreeing wholeheartedly with Rachel, you lean over her so you can plant a soft kiss on her temple, and while you do, you hear her start chuckling mischievously.

“Although honestly, honey,” Rachel’s tone matches the nature of her laughter perfectly, and you don’t have to look there’s a very naughty glimmer in her eyes, “I’m starting to think you’ve got a thing for making me cum all over myself.”

“Only because I know you love it,” Letting Rachel’s cock escape your grasp, you instead start stroking her hip, letting your bent fingers run from there all the way up to her ribs, “My gorgeous, dirty, cum-loving dickgirl slut.”

“Mhm, Lara’s a lot more fun when I’m doing her, don’t you think?” Turning her head, Rachel offers you a big grin and a naughty little wink.

“Oh, definitely, Rachel,” You agree, as your fingers stretch themselves out the curve of her waist in the direction of her bellybutton, “And I think you preferred my version of Indy’s outfit…”

“Well, this is certainly a lot more fun that a bull whip!” Grinning from ear to ear, Rachel tightens up her ass round your dick and giggles at the groan that she gets from you in response.

“Careful, honey!” Baring your teeth at the end of your growl, you push yourself up against Rachel from behind, with your hand pressing against her stomach while your own belly is mashed into her buttocks, “Or else you might get me hard and then I’ll have to fuck you again...”

“Could it wait a couple of minutes?” Rachel’s question catches you by surprise, but she is smiling as she glances up at you from the corner of her eye, “I’d like to grab a quick shower and slip into something else.”

“Would you now?” Instantly eager to see what else Rachel have brought along – you’re fairly confident that the amount of outfits she’s packed that could qualify as decent is pretty damn small – you smile and start to wiggle backwards.

“A-although you’d probably prefer if I stayed and licked my boobs clean!” Rachel’s voice is unsteady due to the passage of your cock out of her bung, and while it’s no more than semi-erect, you still get a loud moan from her when you briefly reverse directions to let her feel it go deeper past her ringpiece all over again.

“Actually, Rachel, with how crazy you are for cum, I wouldn’t be surprised if you only brought along food for me,” You tell Rachel, and slyly force her to delay her response by addressing her just before the crown of your fuckpiece pops out of her ass, which naturally draws a long, lustful moan from her.

“I-I was planning to eat breakfast, lunch and dinner on my knees, now that you mention it!” As soon as your cock leaves Rachel’s hole, she rubbing her ass against it.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to make you company in the shower, Rachel?” You ask, as Rachel keeps using her bubble butt to make the blood flood back into your dick, which stiffens and swells as it slips in between her cheeks.

“...No,” You can tell from her hesitation that that answer took all the self-discipline that Rachel can muster, “For two reasons...”

“Go on,” With a quick stab of your hips, you make your prick slide up until its head comes sliding up so far from Rachel’s anal cleavage that it bumps against the point where her back is curved to let her rub her shoulders against your chest.

“O-one,” Rachel whimpers, and needs a moment of soft gasping before she’s ready to continue, “We’re going to run out of hot water if you’re going to shower with me every time.”

“And two?” As your fuckmast grows further, you pump it up slowly between Rachel’s cheeks, dragging it over her gaping, cum-drooling shape and freshly fucked asshole.

“I can’t do my make-up bouncing up and down on your lap!” Rachel’s voice breaks up into a happy giggle.

“Hmm, true...” Ceasing your pumping of your hips, you regretfully slip your cock back out from between Rachel’s buttocks and give the side of her head another soft peck before rolling onto your back, “Just hurry back, all right?”

“Like there’s any chance I wouldn’t,” Chuckling as she climbs up to stand on unsteady legs in the grass, Rachel towers over you. Within seconds, she’s got one hand on her own semi-erect cock and pulls it up, with her other gently tugging her balls to the side to flash her soaking wet, completely hairless pussy at you, “And while you wait, you can always come up with new situations for Indy and Lara to find themselves in...”

“Already got one, actually,” you grin, and try to act nonchalant about the curvy knockout standing in front of you as you use your arms as a pillow for your head.

“Of course you do!” Apparently quite pleased by your creativity, Rachel lets out a lovely laugh, then abruptly falls silent and lets her gaze travel up and down your naked body. A quick inhale is then followed by her chewing on her bottom lip as her hands grab hold of her right breast.

Spreading her slender fingers out over the huge, perfect orb of firm titflesh, Rachel moans as she tugs it upwards, and moans again when she latches onto her hard nipple and sucks it clean of one end of a long rope of her jizz that follows the curvature of her tit down towards her stomach.

“Naughty slut!” You cry out approvingly, and a little louder than intended, before making your hard cock bounce against your stomach by raising your ass off the ground and settling back down again.

Fluttering her eyelashes at you, Rachel keeps sucking hard for a few more seconds, then spits her tit out of her mouth and lets go of it.

“Don’t go anywhere, John, I’ll be right back,” Rachel says, and has already started to turn.

“I won’t,” You promise, at the same time as Rachel stops with her back towards you, throws you a nasty glance over her shoulder, bends forwards slightly, and finish off by clamping down hard on her buttocks and yanking them apart to thrill you with the gaping mess that you’ve turned her backdoor into.

Next, Rachel’s let go of her bubble butt and is making sure to have it swing from side to side as she saunters away from and towards the house.

Grinning at your luck in ending with her, you settle into the grass and start really enjoying the feel of the sun on your naked body while thinking of ways in which Lara and Indy can continue their adventures. You’ve got one idea already, but there has to be loads more.

As a consequence of you focusing fully on thinking of new ways and scenarios in which to fuck Rachel while she pretends to be Lara Croft, by the time you can hear heels clicking against the pavement leading back towards the house, you’re rock-hard and a pool of precum has formed on your chest. Your best guess is that ten, maybe fifteen minutes has transpired since Rachel left you there. And they say that women always take a long time getting dressed…

“Thinking about me?” The lovely sound of Rachel’s delighted voice tells you that she’s behind you and slightly to your left, but although you open your eyes, you don’t turn your head. Instead, you grab hold of your cock and is rewarded with a horny groan from your girlfriend when you give it one long, slow pull of your hand.

“Thinking about you, thinking about the all the things I’m gonna do to you,” You reply, and steel yourself into keeping your head still when Rachel moans again and resumes clicking her heels against the pavement.

The clicks become soft thuds when she steps onto the grass, and there she suddenly is, standing by your feet clad in a the metallic raspberry slingshot bikini that you gave her as a present on your first proper date. Since she’s at full mast just like you, there’s no way the bottom of the bikini can contain more than half of her cock, although it does manage to push it back towards her stomach, and the two straps running upwards to meet at the nape of her neck are seriously struggling to not be pushed off her huge boobs as they project out in front of her. Rounding out her outfit with a pair of cork-wedged sandals and a pair of shades perched on the tip of her nose, Rachel is clutching a big bottle of oil in one hand, while the other is stroking the outside of her right thigh.

“Remember this?” Though the shades partially obscure her eyes, Rachel’s tone of voice and her smile convey perfectly how turned on she is, as does the erect state of her member and the way in which her nipples are poking against her slingshot.

“God, honey, you’re gorgeous...”

“Thanks,” Rachel beams, “This might just be my favourite present of all time.”

“Well it does look incredible on you,” Pausing for a second, you feel the corners of your mouth rise as you break out into a cheeky grin, “Although you shouldn’t wear it for too long, lest you get tan lines.”

“Well you certainly don’t have to worry about that,” Rachel hungrily eyes up your body, then pops the cork off the bottle of oil, “But we don’t want you getting sunburned, do we?”

“I guess not,” Propping yourself up on your elbows and spreading your legs to really highlight your cock, you smile as Rachel pours healthy amount of oil into her right hand.