“Yesss. Yesss. Just like— Ohhhh God.”
Her body plummeted, colliding with the tabletop.
“That’s it, my baby. Let that shit go.”
“Ishma– Uhhhhh.”
I forced my pants down my legs. My dick sprang from my bottom, ready for total consumption. I removed my fingers from Royce’s pussy and wrapped them around her legs.
“Mmmm.”
I pulled her body to the edge of the table.
“Ishhhhhh.”
I returned home. My chest deflated as I settled on my property.
“Fuck.”
Her pussy pulsated around me.
“Goddamn.”
I wouldn’t be long. Her wetness wouldn’t allow it. Her warmth wouldn’t allow it. Her snugness wouldn’t allow it. Her gushiness wouldn’t allow it.
I was lost at sea, not wanting to be saved. Not by a passing ship. Not be the coast guard. Not by any fucking body or any fucking thing.
“I love you, my baby.” I breathed out, managing the first stroke. “Fuck, I love you, girl.”
Royce’s strength was garnered from my words. Her spine straightened with a slight curve in the middle. I shoved her hand, occupied with my cellular device, to the side. Her slip lifted with a slight tug. I gripped her right breast. Her nippled disappeared in my mouth.
Chocolate.
She reminded me of my favorite Hershey’s bar. The left breast was just as impressive.
“Fuuuuuck.”
Royce was regaining her momentum. Her strength was evident in her core. When her body twirled around, keeping me inside of her, I was partly surprised. In all her glory, her ass greeted me. With her back arched and my cell pushed all the way to the end of the table, she pushed into me.
“Don’t do that. Don’t fuc– don’t do that, Royce.”
She was on a mission to end it all. I grabbed her hair, twisting until her eyes were on me.
“You trying to make my nut all up in this motherfucker?”
“Umm hmmm,” she groaned, thrusting her body into mine.
“Fuck.”
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
Smack.
Her skin slapped against mine. Her wetness made us both sticky to the touch.
