INICIAR SESIÓNI do not remember how it started.
That is the truth of us now. There is no clean beginning anymore. It builds somewhere in the just being near him. An afternoon with nowhere to be, the house was empty and ours.And then suddenly I am here, with my back against the headboard, his hands are everywhere, and I cannot trace the sequence and do not want to.The curtains were half open because neither of us thought to close them. The afternoon light comes through gold andHe pulls out of me only long enough to drag me higher up the stairs.I am still shaking. My pussy throbbing and dripping. His shirt shoved up under my tits and was useless. My knees scrape the wood as he moves us. He did not ask. He turns me, places my back to the banister, lifts one of my legs so my foot finds the step above. The position forces me open. I grab the banister with both hands and look at him.His jeans are shoved down just far enough. His dick was dark and shiny and slick with me. He steps in, notches the head against my entrance, and drives up into my pussy slowly and slowly, until his whole dick was completely buried in my dipping pussyHe was buried so deep in my pussy that I felt him in my stomach. The banister digs into my lower back, as grips my raised thigh and starts fucking me with short, powerful strokes that make the wet slap of my echo echo up and down the stairwell. Then he kept digging and digging in.“Fuck—Jax—yes—”I hold onto the banister and take it. I
We only make it to the landing.That is as far as we get.I do not know who stops first. It does not matter. One of us slows and the other answers and then his hands are on my waist, turning me, and I am facing him on the landing at the top of the stairs with the whole empty house below us. His lips fell on mine before either of us spoke. I kiss him back hard, with both my hands on his face, and my fingers in his hair. His shirt was the only thing I was wearing. The hem rides up under his hands as he grips my ass and pulls my body against him. I could feel how hard he already is through the jeans he barely bothered to button. The thick ridge of his cock presses against my bare stomach and I make a sound into his mouth that is pure need.He walks me backward until my back hits the wall. His weight pins me there, and one of his thighs shoves between mine and I grind down on it without shame, already wet again. His mouth moves to my throat, then the soft place under my ear, then back to
I do not remember how it started.That is the truth of us now. There is no clean beginning anymore. It builds somewhere in the just being near him. An afternoon with nowhere to be, the house was empty and ours.And then suddenly I am here, with my back against the headboard, his hands are everywhere, and I cannot trace the sequence and do not want to.The curtains were half open because neither of us thought to close them. The afternoon light comes through gold and long. It paints stripes across the sheets, across his shoulders, across the places where his mouth is moving.This is what months of having the house to ourselves does. The beautiful, stupid, animal carelessness of two people who have forgotten how to be careful.His hands were on my waist, shoving the last of my clothes out of the way. My fingers were already in his hair. He was between my thighs before I fully registered the decision. His lips were hot against the soft skin o
He drove back into my pussy in one thick, punishing thrust that forced a broken cry out of my throat. The back seat creaked hard under us. My legs were locked high around his waist, and my ankles were crossed at the small of his back, the last scrap of my jeans still tangled uselessly around one ankle.His dick filled me completely; stretching me wider as I took every inch like I was starving for it.“Fuck—yes—just like that—”He didn’t ease in. He set a crazy pace and every time his thrust bottomed out against my cervix, and every withdrawal dragged the thick head of him over that swollen.His hands braced on either side of my head, caging me in. His shirt was still on, open at the collar, damp with sweat, and his shorts were shoved just low enough. He looked down between us and watched his cock disappear into my pussy over and over. My pussy clenched hard around his dick, and watched his jaw flex.The car rocked. My boobs bounced hard. I reached up and grabbed the back of the front
I shoved the back door open, and climbed in. The flowers pushed onto the floor, crumpling under my knee. Leather cool against my bare skin for a second, before our heat burned it away.He followed, ducking in after, his shorts dragged low. His cock was heavy, shining slick, standing straight up against stomach. I didn’t give him time to settle. I didn’t give him time to breathe. I pushed him back against the seat. I dropped to my knees on the floorboard, and I took his dick in my hand.It was soaked from the slick of my pussy. I stroked it once, slowly, watching the fresh bead of pre-cum well up at tip, glistening. I leaned in, and dragged my tongue from the base to the head in one long, filthy lick, tasting myself on him.He groaned lowly, and the sound vibrated through the car. His hand found the back of my head, and his fingers tangled in hair. His other hand gripped the edge of the seat.I didn’t tease, I didn’t wait. I opened my mouth, took him in deep on the first pass, my lips
“It is mine right now. Belongs to me. I own it.” I lifted almost all off, letting the head slip free. The sensation of emptiness was sharp, sudden, and I dropped back down hard. “And I’m going to use it. I’m going to wreck it.”I set the rhythm with pure greed, rising high enough that the head nearly slipped free, then slammed back down so deep it punched moan out of both. My boobs bounced under the loose top. The fabric was catching on my nipples every time I moved. The friction was sharp, pleasurable. His hands slid up under it, with his rough palms finding my boobs. covering them , squeezing hard, letting his thumb drag over the tight peak. The sensation made me arch into his touch, and I rode him harder. My hips were snapping down with more force.The seat creaked under us. The leather was groaning. My thighs burned, and my muscles were screaming from effort. Slick ran down my pussy, and soaked the front of his shorts, and they ran down to the leather beneath u







