"It's beautiful," she moaned. She seductively took me into her warm, moist mouth, choked a little, and then backed away.
"Do you like that?" she gasped.
"God, yes," I groaned.
"Am I doing it right?"
"Perfectly," I responded.
"I'd do it some more, but I want you to make love to me," she said. She lay back on the couch, raised her knees, and lifted her arms, inviting me down to her.
I started pinching myself to make sure I wasn't dreaming.
I kneeled between her legs and took her nipples into my mouth. She entwined her fingers in my hair and lifted her hips, moving them in slow circles beneath me.
"I'm not very experienced."
"You're doing just fine."
I wanted to go slowly, to enjoy every second of my cock easing into her, but the second the tip of my rigid pole entered her moist box, she gasped as though taken by surprise, and gasped again when I began to move.
She moaned so much! I felt her wetness increase with every move I made. She pulled me tight against her and dug her teeth into my shoulder. When I pushed down, she pushed up.
God, she felt good. And the pain from her teeth was fantastic. It told me that she was excited, and her enthusiasm fueled my exhilaration. It was all too much for me. Not only hadn't I been laid in months, but her reaction to me--her completely sensual, sexual reaction--drove me over the edge.
I didn't want to act like an animal, but I was overcome with lust and, I hate to say this, I jammed myself into her as deep as I could. I ground against her, making small circles with my hips, as blast after blast of my jism pouring inside of her.
She bit me harder and cried out, lifting her hips to match my thrusts.