The boy - why not

You're in town to work. I suggest we catch up. My intentions are always motivated by my cunt.

It's been a while since I've seen you. You look good. We still have a great time together. Probably a lot better now we don't have to try and go out with each other.

You let yourself into the flat. I'm naked in my bed. I kick back the covers and expose my pale naked body to your eyes. You grin at me, I cock an eyebrow. "Do you want to fuck me?".

"Mm".

He unbuttons his shirt, pulls down his jeans, gets into bed with me and starts to suck my nipples. I moan and arch my back, my cunt is starting to throb. He moves lower and starts to eat at me. It feels so fucking good. He was always so good at this. I moan loudly and enjoy myself until he decides we're gonna come together. I'm on my back his firm cock slides deeply into my wetness. He expels a deep groan. I love that sound. It's endless satisfaction, it's mixed up with history and familiar sensations.

He flips me onto my knees and I come quickly. I want to come again. We keep fucking, your sliding in and out of me fast and hard. Gripping the cheeks of my bottom. When I climax for a second time it's huge. My body radiates with sensation. I moan loudly. I spray fluid onto the bed.

You're desperate to come. I can feel that. That's fair enough. You pull out and slide your cock down my throat.

"Sit up."

I know what you want. You've always loved to see my flesh extend and ripple. Curves to become accentuated. My soft stomach to bulge gently out. You grab at my flesh like I'm a piece of meat. You shake me, to create movement. You kneel between my thighs and rub your cock all over my stomach and breasts. I can see your eyes, completed focused on the curves and dips in my expanse of white pale flesh. The way you treat my body is deprave, all I am is succulent meat to you at the moment. Something to jerk off on. That's fine by me.

You ooze and shoot your fluid all over my belly. I grin at you and relax into the gentle used throb between my legs.