“Good,” she gasps. “A-plus.”
I want to bite a path down the fairy dust on her soft belly too.
Next time.
“I must be a natural.”
Her laugh is far more breathy this time.
More breathy.
More turned on.
Aroused.
Byme.
Boring, simple, plain ol’me.
I flex my hips, and my cock sinks into her hot, wet core.
“Oh, fuck,” she whispers.
I pause. “Good fuck?”
“Good fuck.” She pulls me tighter, taking me deeper with a soft moan. “Keep good fucking.”
“Good fucking,” I agree.
I inch deeper.
My brain melts.
My hips buck.
Her pussy squeezes me.
I can’t breathe.
Can’t think.
Can’t do anything but exist right here, thrusting deep inside Daphne with her gasps and moans and cries guiding me, switching angles, rotating my hips, my balls getting tighter with every thrust and gasp and moan.
I catch her lips with my mouth again, bucking completely out of control, desperate to keep going.
Make it last.
Live in this feeling forever.
Her hands—her tongue—her pussy—her legs—her breasts—every bit of her.
I want to soak it in.
Revel in her.
Imprint this on my soul.
Carry it with me forever.
