Forbidden Pleasure 11

Then— at that very moment when you're consumed with your own salty flavor, I'd thrust my penis inside of you. Oh, your eyes? I can imagine them rolling inside.

White magical crystal orbs.

That slurrrp sound it'd make when I penetrate you? That's a sign of a good fuck. We wouldn't need vaseline or any lubricant, because you'd be wetter than a navy seal veteran.

Then comes the pounding.

Thrusting deeper, harder and faster, and at the same time—making you moan through my lips, because my mouth would be aligned against yours. I'd be your conduit.

My teeth wrestling with your lower lips, you're mine.

We'd fuck.

Cum.

Orgasm.

And try it again.

And at the end, when I rest my head on your chest, I'd tell you, with all honesty in my life, “you've the best nipples I have seen.”

“Jimmy?”

“Are you sure you’re okay, little man?”

That was when I noticed my erection. Sara must have saw it, too. Because she smiled awkwardly. I was so embarrassed I ran out of her room. Chemistry can wait. I am dealing