During thrusting, my pussy squeezes your cock firmly with rhythmic contractions, enhancing sensation for both. The tight grip makes you groan, pace faltering momentarily. Bodies press close, skin slick. In my mind controlling the squeezes feels empowering and pleasurable. Yes, feel my wet walls squeeze hard, I think, repeating. Friction increases, breaths sy...
Straddling your face, I lower my wet pussy onto your mouth, smothering you gently while grinding. Your tongue works eagerly beneath, hands on my thighs. The position allows control, my juices covering your face. Thoughts fill with dominant thrill, pleasure from your efforts. Oh sit on your face smothering lightly, I think, rocking hips. Wet noises and my moa...
Taking you into my mouth, I flatten my tongue to let your cock slide along its base deeply with each bob. The broad contact warms my entire mouth, saliva dripping down your shaft. Hands on your hips pull you closer occasionally. In my head the base sliding feels full and satisfying. Yes, slide along my tongue base, I think, sucking cheeks in. Musky flavor co...
Beneath you, I pinch and roll my own nipples as you thrust into my wet pussy, the added self-stimulation sending extra sparks. Your steady pounding complements my touches, body arching. Skin slaps warmly, sweat forming. Thoughts enjoy multitasking pleasure, walls clenching tighter. Oh fuck my dripping hole while I pinch, I think, twisting harder. Wet sounds ...
The solid weight of you on top of me becomes the only thing that matters. When you’re fully covering me and moving deep, everything outside of that contact fades. I stop tracking anything else and just stay open under the heat and pressure of your body, letting the steady rhythm take over completely while I focus on how full and pinned I feel.
When it’s over I stay underneath you and wait for our breathing to match. I don’t move or ask you to shift. The quiet minute of shared weight and slowing breath feels like part of the whole thing.
I reach back and hold onto your thigh while you take me from behind. The grip gives me something solid and lets me push back against your rhythm. I stay braced like that and meet every thrust with the same force.
My body opens further once the initial intensity settles. The first strong stretch gives way to a smoother, easier acceptance. I stay soft and let the new ease turn into longer, deeper strokes without any tension left.
I keep my voice low and tell you how full it feels. The words come out between breaths while you’re moving inside me. Describing the stretch and the pressure out loud makes me more aware of it and keeps me locked in the moment.
