Baby Oil, Handcuffs, and Orgasms

I’ve been having a lot of good sex lately, but there is something about “Inspiration” and the mixture of how she talks that perfect game…and backs it up…that makes her better than most. She has mastered one of the most important layers to sex, THE BUILD UP. Following the right build up comes strong erections, deep strokes, and multiple orgasms.

Sure I figured we were going to have sex, but by no means did I only go over her house for that. We turned on some movie and before I knew it, she was laying on my lap, tracing the outline of my d**k with her finger. Green Light.

I whispered in her ear as she rubbed her hand against my jeans, “I wanna go to your room and fuck the shit out of you.” She smiled and went in the bathroom to start a shower. I went in her room and laid on the bed, anxiously awaiting her dripping wet body to enter the doorway. She entered the room with her towel wrapped tightly across her body. Ass so fat, you could still see it poking out. She dropped the towel and began oiling up her body. “I want you to rub my back while I suck your d**k,” she said as I looked at her physique with my eyes popping out of my head like a cartoon.

She came over to the bed, spit on it, grabbed it, and began sucking on the head while her hands worked around the shaft in a circular motion. I was so zoned out, I could barely rub her back, but I did what I could. I grabbed a condom out of my pants and she rolled it down with her mouth. She stood up on the bed, squatted down, and started to bounce on my dick.

I watched her perfectly shaped ass through mirror on the bed and started to stroke upwards so we met half way. We switched through positions as if we were following the Kama Sutra guide. She came, I came, and we laid half knocked out on the bed. Until Round 2…

Now we’re right back at it. Her hands are handcuffed behind her back, bent over on the bed, sliding my dick and and out of her pussy. Slow, hard…fast, hard. She’s soaking wet and I’m stabbin’ her insides, loving every second. The more she talks shit, the more I’m ready to cum. A few words later and I’m bustin…falling out. She’s squeezing out every drop, moaning. Porno shit.

I got out of the bed to go wash off my dick and when I got back, she was knocked out. I think I heard her snoring for a minute. I shook her and she still didn’t wake up… gotta love when that happens. It was probably more about her being tired from her day then the sex, but o’ well, I’m sticking to the story of it being because of me.

Related Posts:

• Who’s The Boss?
• Mattresses, Tables, and Chairs.
• Cry Me A River
• My Neighbor Surfed A Tsunami
• Lucky Number Seven

Author: The Undresser

Black, Single, and Not Looking. Enjoys grilled salmon, cold glasses of water, and grocery shopping at Meijer. Likes women with nice ass to waist ratios, Reese Cups, and watching Real Time with Bill Maher. Dislikes cigarettes, littering, and disobedient children.

22 Comments

Leave a Reply

Spam Protection by WP-SpamFree

Click to cancel reply

Notify me of follow-up comments via e-mail

Related Posts