again. She has the finest ass I have ever seen, one I’ll enjoy holding onto as I plunge my cock deep inside her. I will tease her a little longer and then I will take her as hard as she wants.
What is he waiting for? I reach back and start stroking him, hoping to guide him and provoke him to enter me. I feel his hands run down my back and over my ass, making me arch my back as an invitation. He pulls back and I lose my grip on his dick. I let out an intense deep moan as I feel his tongue slide up and down my wetness, licking and sucking.
Breathlessly I beg, “Cameron I need you now, please!”
He stops licking me and I finally feel him where I want him, rubbing the tip of his dick against me. I can’t help myself as I arch my back trying to force him to enter me. His hands grip my hips and he enters me ever so slowly and deep. I feel every glorious hard throbbing inch of him inside me. He pulls back gradually, awakening every nerve in my body, before slamming into me. I clutch at the comforter, trying to find something to hold onto as he plunges himself into me faster and faster.
I feel myself ready to climax and want him to come with me. I try to find something to hold onto, but it’s no use, so I lay my head on the bed arching my back and ass for him to go deeper. I feel him pulsing inside me with each thrust and I know he is close to an orgasm. We both let out a loud moan simultaneously as he drives into me one last time before collapsing on me.
We lay like that for a few minutes, completely spent with a sheen of sweat covering our bodies. He pulls out of me slowly and already I feel a sense of loss. I want him to stay inside of me. He pulls my raised leg off the bed and places it back on the floor. I’m afraid to try to stand, I don’t think my legs will support me, they feel like Jell-O. His warm smooth hands rub over my bottom and up my back as he stands behind me massaging my muscles; I’m so relaxed and sleepy.
“Cameron, that feels great, however if I don’t get up on this bed my legs are going to give out.”
He runs around to the side of the bed and whips down the covers. Returning to my side, he lifts me in his arms and carries me to the turned down side of the bed, gently laying me down. He walks around to the other side and turns off the bedside lamp. I feel his weight as he gets in bed and pulls me into his arms. Lying in bed with my head on Cameron’s chest, hearing his still rapid heartbeat is the safest I have felt in a long time. I fall asleep almost instantly.
I wake up way earlier than what is normal for me, stretch and reach out to put my arms around Cameron. We must have somehow separated in the night and I want to lay by his side for a while longer. When I roll over, he isn’t in bed. Damn, he really is an early riser. I lay there for a few more minutes, not wanting to get up until my bladder starts screaming for relief. As I walk to the bathroom, I smell bacon cooking and my stomach growls loudly. I relieve myself then take a glance in the mirror. Good Lord! My hair is a mess and I look like a raccoon. I find a comb in a drawer and pull it though my long hair as best as I can. I wash yesterday’s makeup off my face and go back in Cameron’s room in search of some clothes. I find my clothes neatly folded on his dresser. I pull on my barely there, underwear, my tank top, and go to find Cameron.
“Hey, she’s alive.”
“What time is it?” I ask going up on my tiptoes and planting a kiss on his lips.
He glances towards the microwave. “Almost nine thirty. I got up around nine, which is sleeping in for me. By nine o’clock, I have normally worked out, showered and I’m out of the house. Then again I don’t usually entertain as late as I did last night.”
“I will be sure to not keep you up so late in the future. I do apologize,” I say,
What is he waiting for? I reach back and start stroking him, hoping to guide him and provoke him to enter me. I feel his hands run down my back and over my ass, making me arch my back as an invitation. He pulls back and I lose my grip on his dick. I let out an intense deep moan as I feel his tongue slide up and down my wetness, licking and sucking.
Breathlessly I beg, “Cameron I need you now, please!”
He stops licking me and I finally feel him where I want him, rubbing the tip of his dick against me. I can’t help myself as I arch my back trying to force him to enter me. His hands grip my hips and he enters me ever so slowly and deep. I feel every glorious hard throbbing inch of him inside me. He pulls back gradually, awakening every nerve in my body, before slamming into me. I clutch at the comforter, trying to find something to hold onto as he plunges himself into me faster and faster.
I feel myself ready to climax and want him to come with me. I try to find something to hold onto, but it’s no use, so I lay my head on the bed arching my back and ass for him to go deeper. I feel him pulsing inside me with each thrust and I know he is close to an orgasm. We both let out a loud moan simultaneously as he drives into me one last time before collapsing on me.
We lay like that for a few minutes, completely spent with a sheen of sweat covering our bodies. He pulls out of me slowly and already I feel a sense of loss. I want him to stay inside of me. He pulls my raised leg off the bed and places it back on the floor. I’m afraid to try to stand, I don’t think my legs will support me, they feel like Jell-O. His warm smooth hands rub over my bottom and up my back as he stands behind me massaging my muscles; I’m so relaxed and sleepy.
“Cameron, that feels great, however if I don’t get up on this bed my legs are going to give out.”
He runs around to the side of the bed and whips down the covers. Returning to my side, he lifts me in his arms and carries me to the turned down side of the bed, gently laying me down. He walks around to the other side and turns off the bedside lamp. I feel his weight as he gets in bed and pulls me into his arms. Lying in bed with my head on Cameron’s chest, hearing his still rapid heartbeat is the safest I have felt in a long time. I fall asleep almost instantly.
I wake up way earlier than what is normal for me, stretch and reach out to put my arms around Cameron. We must have somehow separated in the night and I want to lay by his side for a while longer. When I roll over, he isn’t in bed. Damn, he really is an early riser. I lay there for a few more minutes, not wanting to get up until my bladder starts screaming for relief. As I walk to the bathroom, I smell bacon cooking and my stomach growls loudly. I relieve myself then take a glance in the mirror. Good Lord! My hair is a mess and I look like a raccoon. I find a comb in a drawer and pull it though my long hair as best as I can. I wash yesterday’s makeup off my face and go back in Cameron’s room in search of some clothes. I find my clothes neatly folded on his dresser. I pull on my barely there, underwear, my tank top, and go to find Cameron.
“Hey, she’s alive.”
“What time is it?” I ask going up on my tiptoes and planting a kiss on his lips.
He glances towards the microwave. “Almost nine thirty. I got up around nine, which is sleeping in for me. By nine o’clock, I have normally worked out, showered and I’m out of the house. Then again I don’t usually entertain as late as I did last night.”
“I will be sure to not keep you up so late in the future. I do apologize,” I say,
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