Swinging my leg over his hip, I mount him, hovering over his huge erect dick. My thighs bracket his as I get myself situated above him, and his hands grip at my hips. I reach down and guide him to my pussy, sinking down at the same time.
We’re both enveloped in instant pleasure, groaning at how amazing we feel to each other.
Jin fills me up, stretching me, and I squeeze at him, so warm and fluttery that his fingers dig into my flesh to hold on.
“Fuck, Tokki-ya,” he husks out in a ragged breath. “You always feel so fucking good.”
“So does your big-ass dick,” I tease, practically breathless myself. I brace my palms on his chest and then rock my hips. They slide in a back-and-forth motion that has us rubbing together and causing instant friction.
He thickens and twitches inside me, so much to take that the nerve endings in my pussy are already tingling.
They’re already so sensitive and pleased, I could easily get myself off this way.
But I know it’s not the perfect motion for Jin—more so just a torturous tease.
So I switch it up, lifting myself up ’til only the tip of him remains, then I’m slamming back down in one smooth stroke.
More tingly sparks shoot off from the inside, caused by how good it feels for his dick to drag against my walls and then fill me up all over again on the downward thrust.
Jin groans his approval, hands groping at my hips and thighs and eventually even my ass.
We quickly descend into chaotic urgency with me bouncing on his cock and him driving himself up into me.
I only ride him harder, my thigh muscles burning from the effort. My breath comes out in short, desperate spurts.
When I close my eyes, it’s like Iseethe sparks tingling inside me. The fireworks rising up ’til they’re about to explode. The pleasure coils tighter in my belly with every stroke, winding up toward release. I throw my head back and lose myself in the sensation, my hips dipping and rolling and bucking as they meet Jin’s.
“Fuck yourself, Tokki-ya,” he growls. “Show me how you pleasure yourself.”
My fingers creep toward my clit as I rub myself and rock my body on top of his. His grip tightens on my thighs as he takes over control of the gyrations and basically fucks me on his cock, lifting me and wrenching me back down, his lean muscles flexingand bulging.
Then he’s the one switching things up—he rolls us over into a new position as I end up on my side facing him and he slings my thigh over his hip. He re-enters me in a swift, smooth stroke, his dick sliding back inside me.
We’re now on our sides as our bodies rock together, the penetration at a whole new, deeper angle.
I whimper as my pussy ripples and I take every inch of him. He crushes his lips to mine and palms my ass as he fucks me this way.
Bodies slicked together. His dick buried deep. Me barely holding on as more sparks streak through me and my pussy quivers around him.
“That’s right,” he grunts. “Work that tight little pussy, Tokki-ya. Tell me you want my cum filling you up.”
“Please!” I moan, mouth agape as he rocks into me and his dick slides to the back of my pussy. “Fill me with your cum! Every damn drop!”
He chuckles even through his heavy pants and grunts, though it’s short-lived—the pleasure is too intense and we feel too good to each other.
His hips thrust harder and faster as urgency rises and we reach the edge. We return to our kisses, losing ourselves in the seconds before our orgasms wipe us out.
One hand frames my face as we kiss hotly, and his other hand grips my thigh, holding me open as he grinds against me, his pelvis rubbing my clit with every thrust.
He angles himself so that he’s hitting my sweet spot and giving me the final push I need.
The sparks fire off at the same time, my orgasm exploding as I cry out. Tingly waves of pleasure envelop me as I convulse, and my walls clamp down on him.
It only spurs him on, his rhythm growing more erratic. “Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight?—"
His hips stutter, and then he’s following me over, buryinghimself to the hilt as he spills inside me with a guttural moan. I feel him pulsing, throbbing, filling me with his delicious warm seed.
We stay tangled together for moments to come, both of us fighting to catch our breath and cool down. His hand strokes lazily up and down my spine, and I press soft kisses to his shoulder and his neck and even the corner of his jaw.
