“Yes!” she panted, flicking her bud faster as her cream dripped onto the floor. She was super wet.
Weakly, she rose, pressing her back into the pole. She saw stars. The music continued, switching to Diamond in Teal. The room felt like it existed only for this…her movement, his hunger, the love sitting right under their desires.
Ashing the rest of his blunt, Zaire stood up and removed his house clothes. “Com’ere, baby.”
Still in fantasy mode, she walked over to him with a slow rhythm that matched the music. Her full breasts bounced as she felt her own juices sticking to her thighs. Casting her eyes down, she pushed her tongue into her cheek.
“You like what you see?” He teased, gripping the base of his heavy dick.
Meadow gripped the tip of his dick between her dainty hands. “Ilovewhat I see.”
His dick jumped. “Put it in then.” Zaire sat back down, his eyes red from the bud and being high off her.
She didn’t have to think about his request. Meadow straddled him, her wet pussy eager to feel his heaviness inside of her. Slowly, she rocked against the head before sliding all the way down. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head.
“Ssss,” Zaire hissed. “You wet as fuck, baby.”
“I know,” she whined, her head back. “And you feel so gooood!”
Sexily, she rode him, the sound of her pussy smacking, bounced off the walls.
“This gotta be better than Heaven,” Zaire declared.
That gave Meadow more motivation to make his toes curl. She picked up her pace but didn’t go too fast because she was sensitive down there. She flinched a little when his tongue swiped over her nipple.
“You okay?” Zaire stopped.
“Yes,” she panted, pushing his head back to her titties.
He yanked her head forward him so he could look in her face. “What you crying for then?”
“I don’t knooow.”
“Get up real quick,” he tapped her thigh.
“Wait…no, baby. I’m fine, for real.” She humped her pussy back into him, desperate for him to put his dick back in her.
“Then why you crying, Meadow? Talk to me.”
“You just feel so good, baby,” she finally said. Her sex drive was always high when it came to Zaire but lately, not only was she always wet and ready but she was also so sensitive, it felt like she could feel him all over her body.
Sneakily, she pushed his dick back in. “Yes,” she sighed like he was the hit she’d been searching for all her life.
She felt so good, he didn’t protest. Instead, he hooked his arms under her thighs, pushing her legs up in a weird position.
With precision, he stroked her deeply hitting her g-spot over and over. Her pussy gushed so much he had to look down to make sure her cycle hadn’t started. “This pussy smackin’ like that?”
“Yes, baby!” Meadow yelled. “Harder,” she coached.
Angling his head, Zaire looked at her like he was trying to recognize her. With the grip she had on him, he did as he was told and stroked her deeper and faster.
“Fuck, baby!” He tucked his lip into his mouth. Sweat pooled at his hair line and his toes curled. Meadow was driving him wild. “This my pussy?”
“Oh, God, yes!”
He felt like something was different and even balls deep inside of her, he wrecked his brain with what it could be. He’d heard the stories of women being pregnant and their body being so sensitive that sex felt heightened. Zaire gripped the front of her neck, pulling her attention to him. “Baby?”
“Yes?” She kept riding him.
