The courier shags you

You watch her large tits swing below her chest as she crawls up your body and the bed. She kisses your legs and then spends a couple minutes licking and sucking your cock. Her tongue knows things about cocks that few of the ladies you've known are aware of. You grunt and moan to her orchestration, tousling her ginger hair. She continues up your torso. She sucks on each of your nipples, which feels very good. Her tongue again flicks lightly, then hard on them, making them tiny pebbles on your chest when she finishes and moves up to kiss you. Her fingers caress your cock deliciously, stroking you up and down. Her tongue tangos with yours in your mouth, then you push your tongue into hers. Her hard nipples drag on your chest and you moan when one crosses your sensitive nipple.

She breaks the kiss and says, "My name is Monica. What's yours?" She straddles your hips as you open your mouth.

"I'm John. Pleased to meet you, Monica," you say as you lift her hips up and she grasps your John Thomas more firmly. She settles the cock head in her slippery opening.

"I'm pleased to meet you, too!" she said, then she shoved herself all the way down on your cock, making a grunt that ended in a squeal. You growled to have your shaft surrounded by Monica's superheated quim. Your eyes are locked on hers. Flecks of green in a generally brown iris. You stroke up from her buttocks to her shoulder blades, then down between you to rub her breasts. When you squeeze them, she opens her mouth and a plaintive whine comes out. She starts rocking forward, pulling you almost out, then plunging you back deep inside her kitty. You pick up her rhythm and thrust up into her as she pushes down on you, slamming your bodies together. You both are very noisy, groaning and shrieking.

When she's at her most unstable, you roll the both of you over, carefully keeping your cock embedded in her.

"Oh, my God!" she shouts in surprise. Her expression is pleasantly shocked.

When you're now on top of her, you thrust hard, bottoming out in her pussy. You grunt and she moans as you keep pounding her. She hooks her legs around your hips, and her pussy squeezes you every stroke. You growl at her, your cock humming with sensations. You capture her hands in yours and press them hard against the mattress over her head. She starts struggling against you, which rubs her tits on your chest.

"Fuck me, John! Take me! I'm almost there!" Her voice is hotly aroused.

The more she twists in mock attempts to get away, the harder you pound her. Your balls are tingling, and you know you don't have long before your release. She's panting rhythmically, nearly grunting, but the sound is getting higher in pitch and volume.

In a mighty jerk, Monica's back arches, thrusting her tits into your chest, and she screams loud enough to wake the dead. Her muscular pussy clamps down on you so hard, your eyes pop open and you gasp at the intense sensation. Some very deep animal-survival part of your hind-brain kicks in, and you forcefully pummel her, rocking the bed hard into the wall and not caring. You grunt like an ape as you erupt inside her spasmodic cunt, blasting her womb full of your hot white lava. You are beyond thinking about anything right now, as your entire nervous system is overwhelmed by the electricity of your primal orgasm. The noises the two of you make are guttural and wild.

This moment of evolutionary rutting lasts forever in your hormone-addled mind. Each stroke brings another pulsing squeeze and another spurt of life-producing jelly. Your ecstasy extends to infinity.

Some indeterminate amount of time later, you are gasping for more oxygen on top of Monica, your cock wilting and slipping from her molten kiln. She grabs your hair and pulls your lips to hers, kissing you passionately. You taste her sweet mouth for several minutes, making out in the after-fuck. Then you roll off of her body and try to slow down your ragged breaths. She curls into you, pressing her legs and torso in a line up and down yours.

"That was sensational," she whispers in your ear. "Worth much more than whatever tip you might have given me. Thanks."

"Mmmm, I might just have to courier stuff to myself to keep tipping you," you reply with a grin.

"Or maybe I'll just stop by sometime, now that I have your address," Monica says, giggling and tweaking your nose.

"Anytime, Monica, anytime!" you laugh.

The cute redheaded courier languorously eases out of the bed and puts on her clothes. You watch each other with sly looks on each of your faces. She bounces on her toes when she pulls up her biking shorts -- she forgot her thong. Then her bra covers her flushed breasts, and her tank top after that. She throws the windbreaker over her shoulder. Once she is dressed, she leans over you and kisses you deeply again. "I'll call you," she says. She walks to the coffee table and retrieves her helmet, pulling it over her head. She shoulders her backpack and grabs her clipboard.

"Later, dude!" she says as she exits your apartment.

You lay back, replaying the hard-driven sex you just had.

Finally, you get up and dress. You continue your packing.