.. to ... come ... I'm ...going ... to
... come," one word per thrust, forced from him as he
sobbed his way to orgasm.
Mitzi was coming too. Her belly seemed to coil and
compress. Her whole being rushed inwards towards her
clutching, cock-sucking pussy. She was coming. She
began begging him to fuck her, which was silly, all
considered, but she begged anyway. Fuck her he did -
harder and harder. She felt sweat running, trickling
down her arms, over her breasts. She was going to die
she knew, this was too much for her. She was going to
die of fuck. She .......
His cock pulsed, swelled inside her. She felt the
ripples, through his entire body it seemed, as he
flooded into her time and again.
Her pussy spasmed, contracted, clutched at his cock
and then - she was turning inside out. Their orgasms
seemed to feed on each other. Two needs that consumed
them both.
Matthew humped at her after he'd finished, as if to
prolong this first, sweet madness. She squirmed her
exhausted, wet body under his, as if trying to nurse
the last drops out of him with her suckling pussy.
Then they were done. They stayed there, crouched,
coupled, because there was no way to fall. Her draped
on the counter, him draped on her. They mumbled
breathless, happy nonsense and sweet superlatives. His
cock was slow to soften and she revelled in its
presence, wanting to hold it, keep it in her forever.
Finally, Mathew sank to his knees and wrapped his arms
around her legs, his cheek against her thigh. She
pushed herself upright and turned within the circle of
his arms. Mitzi looked down at him and knew he'd look
up.
He did and she saw him lick his lips, "Thank ...."
She cut him off, "Don't you dare thank me Matthew! I
did you no favours. I wanted it."
He smiled, "Okay, but..."
"I know, I know," she sighed
"Is it always like that?" he asked.
"Should always be beautiful but not always quite so
hot," she paused and added softly, "there's gentle
too."
He got slowly to his feet and stood uncertainly in
front of her.
She took his hands and made him cup them under her
breasts. "Kiss me Matthew."
She clung to him glad of his strength at that moment.
It was a clumsy kiss but it held them in the magic a
little longer.
Mitzi felt the tickle, the trickle as her pussy gently
wept his juices. The cooling warmth of it coursed
steadily down her thigh, to her knee. It paused there
until more ran from her and then she giggled as it
raced down her calf to her ankle.
He drew away and looked at her, "What's funny?" he was
afraid she was laughing at him.
I'm leaking Matthew," she giggled again, "I'm leaking
Matthew, Matthew."
"Let's go, we need to shower," she told him and took
his hand.
"We?"
"I'm not letting you out of my sight Matthew. We've
got to play some more."
Her pussy wept another cum tear down her thigh. Mitzi
had plans for Matthew's cock.
cont'd ........................
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