cock and making him groan. One of his
large hands grabbed her ass and he helped move her back and forth, pulling her
along as he did. The other hand pushed her shirt up and pulled her bra down,
making her perky tits pop out. That free hand grabbed hold of her and held
tight, pinching her nipple slightly.
Brent sucked air in from behind
his clenched teeth. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, his fingers digging
into the soft plumpness of her ass.
But Morgan could not speak. She
just rocked back and forth on his cock as fast and hard as she could go. with
every move, Morgan could feel her pleasure growing. She was grinding hard, pushing
her clit against Brent as best as she could.
Soon, Morgan could feel her
orgasm reaching the breaking point. "I'm going to cum, babe," she
moaned and panted.
Brent's hand let go of her
bouncing tit and it quickly tangled itself in her long hair. He pulled her head
back in one fluid motion and latched on to her neck, sucking and biting at her
tender skin there. Underneath her, he began pumping his cock hard and fast, as
if he was trying to draw her orgasm out from its hiding place.
When it exploded from her,
Morgan's whole body shook with the power of it. If not for Brent holding her
up, she knew that she would have fallen over, for her body was no longer able
to hold her up. Brent's strong hands kept her up, and within seconds, Morgan
was moaning as Brent's cock flooded her. They came together, a writhing mass of
sweat and sex tangled up on Brent's cream colored couch.
Brent let go of Morgan and she
collapsed on him, falling against his hard chest. She could hear every deep
breath he took, and she could feel his heart pounding heavily against her
cheek.
The pair sighed together and
Morgan climbed from Brent's lap. She fixed her top and smoothed down her skirt,
enjoying the feeling of being full of Brent's cum. She knew that she would have
to get cleaned up soon, but for the moment, she relished in it.
Morgan kissed her boyfriend full
on the mouth and Brent's hand reached up and stroked her blushing cheek.
"I love ya , baby," he said with a smile.
"Right back at ya ," Morgan replied with a wink.
"Chinese?" Brent
asked. Before Morgan answered, he leaned forward and began pulling the
still-warm food from within the brown bags.
"You go ahead. I'm going to
go get cleaned up." Morgan stood carefully, as to not spill anything from
her onto the beautiful cream-colored couch.
"Okay," Brent nodded
in the direction of the bathroom. "If you need any clothes, I put the
things that you wore last week in the top shelf of my dresser."
Morgan nodded and she tried hard
to contain her excitement. He had made room for her things in his dresser?
Brent was waltzing into this new territory of "relationship" faster
than she was! She ran off, cleaned herself up, and changed into a pair of her
shorts and one of Brent's t-shirts. When she came back out, Brent had turned the
television over to another game and he was eating away on his Happy Family,
looking pissed.
"Need a drink?" Morgan
yelled out from the kitchen as she grabbed a glass of water.
Brent grunted and shook his
head, his mouth too full of food to respond. Morgan took her water and sank on
to the couch beside him, then she realized why Brent was looking so angry.
The game on TV was the one that
the Blue Kraits were playing. And they were winning.
Morgan looked over at her
boyfriend somberly. "Why do you want to watch this? It's just going to
make you mad."
Brent shook his head. "I'm
keeping tabs on Levitt. I heard a rumor that he was gunning for my touchdown
record."
The announcer on TV suddenly
called out, "If you are just tuning in, folks, we are watching history in
the making! Erik Levitt, the number 12 running back for the Blue Kraits, is on
the precipice of destroying the touchdown record set by Brent Larson of the
Caimans. He has already scored five times today and we still have a quarter to
play!"
"WHAT?!?" Brent screamed,
jumping forward with
large hands grabbed her ass and he helped move her back and forth, pulling her
along as he did. The other hand pushed her shirt up and pulled her bra down,
making her perky tits pop out. That free hand grabbed hold of her and held
tight, pinching her nipple slightly.
Brent sucked air in from behind
his clenched teeth. "Fuck, baby," he groaned, his fingers digging
into the soft plumpness of her ass.
But Morgan could not speak. She
just rocked back and forth on his cock as fast and hard as she could go. with
every move, Morgan could feel her pleasure growing. She was grinding hard, pushing
her clit against Brent as best as she could.
Soon, Morgan could feel her
orgasm reaching the breaking point. "I'm going to cum, babe," she
moaned and panted.
Brent's hand let go of her
bouncing tit and it quickly tangled itself in her long hair. He pulled her head
back in one fluid motion and latched on to her neck, sucking and biting at her
tender skin there. Underneath her, he began pumping his cock hard and fast, as
if he was trying to draw her orgasm out from its hiding place.
When it exploded from her,
Morgan's whole body shook with the power of it. If not for Brent holding her
up, she knew that she would have fallen over, for her body was no longer able
to hold her up. Brent's strong hands kept her up, and within seconds, Morgan
was moaning as Brent's cock flooded her. They came together, a writhing mass of
sweat and sex tangled up on Brent's cream colored couch.
Brent let go of Morgan and she
collapsed on him, falling against his hard chest. She could hear every deep
breath he took, and she could feel his heart pounding heavily against her
cheek.
The pair sighed together and
Morgan climbed from Brent's lap. She fixed her top and smoothed down her skirt,
enjoying the feeling of being full of Brent's cum. She knew that she would have
to get cleaned up soon, but for the moment, she relished in it.
Morgan kissed her boyfriend full
on the mouth and Brent's hand reached up and stroked her blushing cheek.
"I love ya , baby," he said with a smile.
"Right back at ya ," Morgan replied with a wink.
"Chinese?" Brent
asked. Before Morgan answered, he leaned forward and began pulling the
still-warm food from within the brown bags.
"You go ahead. I'm going to
go get cleaned up." Morgan stood carefully, as to not spill anything from
her onto the beautiful cream-colored couch.
"Okay," Brent nodded
in the direction of the bathroom. "If you need any clothes, I put the
things that you wore last week in the top shelf of my dresser."
Morgan nodded and she tried hard
to contain her excitement. He had made room for her things in his dresser?
Brent was waltzing into this new territory of "relationship" faster
than she was! She ran off, cleaned herself up, and changed into a pair of her
shorts and one of Brent's t-shirts. When she came back out, Brent had turned the
television over to another game and he was eating away on his Happy Family,
looking pissed.
"Need a drink?" Morgan
yelled out from the kitchen as she grabbed a glass of water.
Brent grunted and shook his
head, his mouth too full of food to respond. Morgan took her water and sank on
to the couch beside him, then she realized why Brent was looking so angry.
The game on TV was the one that
the Blue Kraits were playing. And they were winning.
Morgan looked over at her
boyfriend somberly. "Why do you want to watch this? It's just going to
make you mad."
Brent shook his head. "I'm
keeping tabs on Levitt. I heard a rumor that he was gunning for my touchdown
record."
The announcer on TV suddenly
called out, "If you are just tuning in, folks, we are watching history in
the making! Erik Levitt, the number 12 running back for the Blue Kraits, is on
the precipice of destroying the touchdown record set by Brent Larson of the
Caimans. He has already scored five times today and we still have a quarter to
play!"
"WHAT?!?" Brent screamed,
jumping forward with
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