Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 11

I could gladly have ridden his fingertips to orgasm, but it was a means to an end, and I knew the end I wanted. With his own body responding to the erotic situation, his member was soon as hard as before. Harder, if anything. At that point, I reluctantly pulled away, and led him to the counter-top into which a row of sinks were set. I pushed him back so his bum was in the gap between two sinks, pressed up against him, and lifted one leg, placing my foot on the white porcelain rim, and opening my twat wide. Then I placed both hands on his shoulders. “Well, what are you waiting for?” I asked huskily. “Put it in.”

The first words spoken by either of us could have broken the spell, but instead they deepened it. He grabbed his still-saliva-covered meat in one hand, and pushed it between my glistening nether lips.

I gasped. I could feel it going all the way in, a warm shape pressing the walls of my cunt outwards! It was incredible, the sensation was so intense. As he pressed further in, the lips on my face also spread in the widest grin imaginable, and I leaned forward to give him an affectionate peck on the cheek. Then I started moving my hips.

Resting my weight on his shoulders, I pulled up and down, in and out. Each re-entry was a sensation, especially once I adapted to the size and was able to take him to the hilt. The feel of his fuzz of pubic hair brushing against my mons was a little extra tickle, like a hint of spice in each bite.

He was clearly enjoying it too. He started thrusting his hips in time to my motions, then placed his hands on my hips. We grew faster and more energetic, and started panting from the exercise. Pretty soon, he was pounding my pussy, and I had to hold him by the hips and slow him down. I had initiated this encounter, and he had to be taught the lesson that I was not relinquishing control.

A look of blind panic crossed his face, as it must have seemed that I was about to withdraw entirely, and leave him bereft and blue-balled. The fact is that I would never contemplate something so cruel, but the misapprehension served my purposes, so I fixed him with a stern glare, softened with my wickedest smile, and moved my hips again, more slowly. He got the message.
We writhed against each other to a slow tempo. His thick meat pushed in and out of my eager pussy, caressing and stimulating every nerve. I was in heaven. The pace increased, our hands all over each other’s bodies: backs and breasts (I don’t know when my shirt came undone, I don’t remember either of us loosing the buttons) and bums, hair and hips. Then he leaned in, his arms under my armpits, grasped my shoulders from behind, and heaved, an ecstatic groan losing itself in the hair at my shoulder.