We talk to each other as we fuck, because I always want to talk to you and I tell you what you're going to do;
"You're going to eat me, fuck my pussy, make me come. Then stop. Touch me. Make me come again".
The heat in the room is like a sweltering, fat, mess of hot air and precipitation, and your face looks so fucking beautiful. So handsome. You tell me you love watching my body. Touching my body. You push your cock in my mouth and eat me good.
It feels amazing when you fuck me. It makes me wanna cry, like a fanatic at a fucking church. I tell you you're great fit. My cock. Orgasmic in fact. Fuck this and that. Fuck me. You never need to be told more than once.
I come on my back. You turn me over and push into me really fast and hard. No great care. You rag my hair, grip my hips, cover my mouth with your hand and stop my air. Which is of course exactly what I wanted, regardless as to if I said, or not.
"I love fucking you. I love it when you spit on me and this is fucking great. This is great".
The sweat on your neck steams against me. You push your fingers inside me and make me come again. The heat of the room and my drip drip skin. I tell you I want to feel you ejaculate against the hot, spread and swollen lips of my cunt.
"Come on me".
Mm the noise you make. Hearing you jerk your cock and moan until you cover me in your sticky wet delicious mess.
"Look at what you've done. Look at my cunt". Your response is hard breaths and nonsense and you flop next to me on the damp bed.
"Baby, did you enjoy that?"
You close your eyes.
"I loved it".
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