Fucking for Tomorrow

Tomorrow when you wake up, I want you to feel like you’ve been well fucked. And I want you to have that feeling all day.

Words that were whispered roughly in my ear as my husband got ready to fuck me.  He had already grabbed a handful of my hair and forced me to take his cock deep in my mouth as he controlled the pace.  His fingers had already found and squeezed one of my nipples hard as he used his mouth on the other one. And the whole evening got started as he buried his face in my pussy licking everywhere but my clit as each hand found a nipple. 

He drove his cock deep inside me and fucked me hard – my legs on his shoulders, my ass lifted off the bed.  And as I felt every stroke, heard our skin slapping together, my moans and begging for release escaped from my lips.  I wanted, no, needed to cum.

He pulled out, and replaced his cock with four fingers. They filled me up, and, as they firmly rubbed my g-spot, drove me to a new level of pleasure.  My fingers strummed my clit frantically as I built up to the orgasm I desperately needed.  And when I came, the cry that left my mouth surprised me because it was louder than I had intended.

Before I could even catch my breath, your cock was back in my mouth.  I sucked it hard and took it deep with a rhythm that I knew would get you off soon.  You took your cock from me and into your own fist.  You stroked yourself with purpose – to come all over my tits – and finish in my mouth – where I could suck you dry. 

And that was exactly what you did….

5 Comments Add yours

  1. ShellSpann says:

    Now that’s my kind of night 😉

  2. Joker_SATX says:

    WOW!

    If you are walking straight today, he doesn’t know his business…..

    Yay you!

  3. frances says:

    intense emmy! you are a lucky girl. damn! now i need a little somethin’ somethin’! 😉

  4. Secretia says:

    Your cry was probably louder than you intented because it was a cry of honest, unchecked passion as you rleased your orgasm. That is the real thing.

    Secretia

  5. oh I love that feeling waking the next day and taking a minute to remember why you are so sore…..

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