Stories

I’m sure my cheeks were still flushed, hair still ruffled, from the erotic impressions.

“We’re never going to make it past the living room.” I thought as I sprinted towards the main door.

My already dripping cunt knew no limit when it came to Ravi.

“I love this cock so much, it's mine.” I whisper, going down. Its gleaming shiny head was already bouncing and hard.

In response, I smiled and I peeled the petals of my pink pussy apart. It glistened, revealing its juicy interior.

My hips eased down on Ravi, as I felt every inch of him move inside me.

Just as I clicked the stove on with milk on it, Ravi’s fingers found my warm waist below my t-shirt.

Making my fingers curl tightly around his nape. Making my ankle dig into his back.

I felt the contour of it so vividly even between the fabric of my basic hosiery. Lifting my short frill basic skirt higher, he found the edge and slid it down.

Ravi and I were asleep by 9:30 last night. Maybe that’s why I felt so well-rested when I felt Ravi’s arm snake around my waist softly, pulling our bodies closer to each other.

He alternated between squeezing them gently and flicking them.. and he took his time.

He pushed his groin into my ass, his hard-on evident.