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Story: Marc
In a swift movement, he lifts me up and sits me on the hood of the car.
Our lips crash into one another as my hands grip at his chest, urging him to move faster.
He grips my hips, pulling me closer until his erection is lined up with my core.
Leaning back against the hood of his car, I reach between our bodies and guide him inside.
I moan as he eases into me, inch by glorious inch.
He slowly eases out before slowly thrusting in.
“I know you are trying to be sweet and caring, but I need it hard and fast right now. I feel like I am ready to explode.”
Marc wraps his hands around my ass, digs his fingers into my skin, and pulls me onto his erection.
He gives me exactly what I need.
His erection spears into me, stretching me in ways I never knew were possible.
As Marc’s thrusts get deeper and faster, my fingers rub my clit.
I cry out from the sudden rush of euphoria. “Fuck, yes!”
Marc’s hooded gaze roams over my bouncing breasts before locking onto our joined bodies.
He grunts as I clamp my walls around his erection.
My fingers rub faster as Marc angles his hips to hit my g-spot.
“So… close.” I moan as my eyes close, and my vision is replaced with stars.
Marc’s thrusts become erratic with his release close to eruption.
His grip on me tightens as he stills.
He grunts as his warm release coats my inner walls.
Breathing heavily, we gather up our discarded clothes and head inside to his master bathroom.
After a quick shower, Marc reheats our dinner while I set up the laptop to edit the pictures.
Marc carries the plates of leftovers to the couch, placing mine on the coffee table in front of me.
“Thank you. You know, I could get used to this.”
“The sex in the garage part or the eating leftovers on the couch together?”
How could I choose just one?
Both events are memorable in their own ways.
“Uh, both.”
Marc turns on the tv and looks my way. “I am more than happy to make it happen wherever and whenever.”
“In that case, add the studio to the list.”
“Ooh, that sounds like a great idea. I don’t even know how many times I’ve thought of taking you on the couch.”
Our lips crash into one another as my hands grip at his chest, urging him to move faster.
He grips my hips, pulling me closer until his erection is lined up with my core.
Leaning back against the hood of his car, I reach between our bodies and guide him inside.
I moan as he eases into me, inch by glorious inch.
He slowly eases out before slowly thrusting in.
“I know you are trying to be sweet and caring, but I need it hard and fast right now. I feel like I am ready to explode.”
Marc wraps his hands around my ass, digs his fingers into my skin, and pulls me onto his erection.
He gives me exactly what I need.
His erection spears into me, stretching me in ways I never knew were possible.
As Marc’s thrusts get deeper and faster, my fingers rub my clit.
I cry out from the sudden rush of euphoria. “Fuck, yes!”
Marc’s hooded gaze roams over my bouncing breasts before locking onto our joined bodies.
He grunts as I clamp my walls around his erection.
My fingers rub faster as Marc angles his hips to hit my g-spot.
“So… close.” I moan as my eyes close, and my vision is replaced with stars.
Marc’s thrusts become erratic with his release close to eruption.
His grip on me tightens as he stills.
He grunts as his warm release coats my inner walls.
Breathing heavily, we gather up our discarded clothes and head inside to his master bathroom.
After a quick shower, Marc reheats our dinner while I set up the laptop to edit the pictures.
Marc carries the plates of leftovers to the couch, placing mine on the coffee table in front of me.
“Thank you. You know, I could get used to this.”
“The sex in the garage part or the eating leftovers on the couch together?”
How could I choose just one?
Both events are memorable in their own ways.
“Uh, both.”
Marc turns on the tv and looks my way. “I am more than happy to make it happen wherever and whenever.”
“In that case, add the studio to the list.”
“Ooh, that sounds like a great idea. I don’t even know how many times I’ve thought of taking you on the couch.”
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