The Hockey’s Plaything
I'd speed up, making her drop the book, lost in pleasure.
The plot twisted when our parents called—they were coming home early. Panic set in, but it fueled the fire. Our last night, I took her slow, building tension one last time.
Kisses turned to bites, thrusts from gentle to feral. I fucked her missionary, then flipped to cowgirl, letting her ride me. Her tits bounced, innocent face contorted in ecstasy.
"Harder," she demanded, grinding down.
I thrust up, meeting her, our bodies in sync. She came twice before I filled her, it was risky but the forbidden thrill made it hotter.