You fuck Brianna

You can’t hold on any longer. You want her.

Enough of her inexperienced blowjob. You want her pussy. You pull her off your cock, spin her round and push her face down into the carpet. Face down. Ass up. Pussy before you. A finger probe proves she’s ready. Hot and wet and eager. You shift behind her, place the tip of your penis at the entrance, and push your way in. You both moan your satisfaction.

You shift your legs, then start to pound. Thrusting in. Pulling out. Your dick churning through the soft, wet, luxurious flesh of her pussy. Her fingers around the weave of the carpet. She shifts her head sideways, pressing her cheek against the floor, so her eyes can look up at you as you claim her again. Her moans grow louder with each thrust.

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes.”

“Is this what you wanted?”

“Yes.”

Everything else is forgotten, just her pussy wrapped around your cock remains. Your dick head hammers at her cervix. Your balls slap her clit. Her knees tremble with her pleasure. Your knees tremble with pleasure and with exertion. And then her first orgasm strikes, and her knees crumble, and to remain awash with pleasure you must follow her ass down.

She’s lying prone on the carpet. You’re lying on top of her. And your ass is rising and falling, sliding your dick inside her while she smothers her moans with the weave. It’s too awkward, the floor doesn’t give you enough give. You pull out completely and she moans over your absence. But your grab her hips, lift her. Wrap your arms around her and raise her. You carry her from the floor to sofa. Sit down and position her on your lap. And when you lower her your stick slides back where it belongs. Inside her soft, hot, wet interior. You pause for a moment.

“Come on ride me, ride me,” you implore her. She gets the message.

In your lap her ass bounces. You see her smooth, straight back, flexing to enjoy the shaft within her. Her golden red hair slaps around her shoulders, strands tickling your face. Your hands reach round to cup and fondle the wonders that are her circular breasts. You can imagine what it looks like up front. Now that is an image worth preserving. Your dick splitting the V of her pussy, her naked body writhing in pleasure, your own body hidden by her. She should draw that, you fucking her. But to do that, she would have to stop fucking you, and neither one of your is capable of stopping that.

Another orgasm and you can’t fight your own climax. The images you’re imagining add to the overwhelming pleasure of her body and you cum. And both of you moan your satisfaction at you claiming her a second time.