“Oh my G– Yes. Yes. Yesssssss.”
“Fuck. You gone make a nigga cum in this shit.”
Up.
Down.
Smack.
Smack.
“Range,” he groaned as his body stiffened. “Goddamn.”
Up.
Down.
Smack.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized, unable to gain control of himself. “Shit too good.”
His semen filled me. An instant sense of pride followed. So did a newfound purpose.
10:02a
I peeled my eyes from the wall and planted them on Josiah. He took me from behind. Water cascaded down his back. His skin glistened.
“Mmmmmm.”
The ripples of his abdomen disrupted the water’s flow. He was celestial. He was otherworldly. God had taken his time creating Josiah. He left no stone unturned.
He was pleasant.
His features were pleasant.
His dick was precious.
And big.
And long.
And good.
He kept my walls separated and my head spinning as he stroked my pussy from behind.
“Yessss.”
His lids were heavy with lust. Infatuation kept his eyes open. His bottom lip was tucked into his mouth. Those pearly white, kissable teeth were exposed.
I stabilized my body on the wall. Each time Josiah pushed forward, I pushed backward. The hand around the back of my neck gave me the support I needed to glide effortlessly on his dick.
“Oh God, yesssss. Uhhhhhh.”
Water splashed between us every time our bodies collided. I would never get tired of the sound of our connectedness. It was breathtaking. He was breathtaking. And, looking back at him completely unraveled me.
“I’m cu– Siaaaaaaah. I’m cumming.”
My walls contracted around him. I was no longer able to stare into those hungry orbs. I folded. So did my body. Everything around me blackened. There was a loud ringing in my ear that disabled my ability to hear anything else.
