Grinding, Riding, and Cumming Hard

Round 1—You Grinding on My Face, Taking What You Need

I don’t give you a chance to hesitate—I grab your thighs, pulling you onto me, dragging you right where I want you.

“Come here,” I growl, my voice thick with hunger. “Sit on my mouth. Ride it.”

You’re already trembling when you lower yourself onto my face, your slick heat inches from my lips. I exhale against you, drinking in your scent before my tongue finally meets your clit.

The first slow lick has you gasping, thighs quivering against my head. I tease, savor, taking my time—but you’re too desperate for that. You grind down, chasing the friction, moaning when I groan into you, the taste of you making me even harder.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” I rasp against your folds, tongue circling your clit before flicking it, making you jolt.

Your hands are in my hair, gripping tight, pulling me closer as I devour you. My hands tighten on your ass, guiding your hips, forcing you to move—to grind, to take what you need, to fuck my mouth like you’re desperate for it.

“That’s it—use me,” I murmur between licks, sucking your clit into my mouth, making you cry out.

Your hips roll faster, rubbing your soaked cunt against my tongue, your breath hitching as I slide it deep inside you, my nose pressing right against your clit. You’re dripping, coating my mouth, every grind pushing you closer to that edge.

I feel it when it hits—your body tightening, your moans breaking, your thighs squeezing around my head. I don’t stop, don’t let up, dragging you through it, sucking and licking every last pulse of your orgasm until you’re twitching above me.

You’re still catching your breath, dazed and wrecked—but I’m not fucking done with you.

Round 2—You Grinding on My Cock, Taking Me Deep

I flip you onto your back, my cock already hard, already rubbing against your soaked folds. I can feel how wet you are, how ready, how desperate.

“You’re fucking dripping,” I groan, dragging my length through your slick, teasing you, making you squirm.

You whimper, rolling your hips against me, your body begging for it.

“Wanna ride me?” I murmur, pressing the tip in just enough to make you gasp before pulling back.

“Fuck—yes, yes—”

I smirk, settling back against the bed, hands gripping your hips. “Then take it, baby. Sink. Show me how bad you want it.”

You straddle me, your hands bracing on my chest as you lower yourself inch by inch. The stretch has you moaning and has me gritting my teeth as you take every inch of me inside.

“Fuck,” I hiss, gripping your hips harder, fighting the urge to thrust up. “Look at you—so fucking tight.”

You move, rolling your hips, grinding down on my cock, taking your pleasure, making me feel every squeeze of your soaked heat around me.

I watch you, the way you move, the way you bite your lip, the way your body trembles as you chase that high again. I guide you, dragging your hips down harder, making you feel how deep I am inside you.

“Grind on my cock,” I command, voice rough. “Make yourself cum again.”

You obey, moving faster, panting, gasping, your nails digging into my chest. The friction is perfect—your clit rubbing against me with every grind, your body tensing, shuddering.

You’re there—your walls clench tight around me, your moans breaking as you cum, shivering through it.

That tight, uncontrollable squeeze shoves me right to the edge. I grip you tighter, thrusting up, chasing my release.

“Gonna fill you up,” I groan, voice wrecked, fucking into you harder, slamming deep.

Your name rips from my lips as I lose control—my cock throbbing, spilling inside you, filling you to the brim. I feel you clenching around me, milking every last drop as I groan against your skin, shuddering through it.

You collapse against me, breathless, completely undone, our bodies still locked together.

Catching You in the Act—Now, You’re Mine

I’ve been gone too long. Way too long. But I didn’t expect you to be this eager.

The Moment I Walk In—And See Everything

The door clicks shut behind me, but you don’t hear it. You’re lost in your own world, fingers buried deep inside yourself, that toy buzzing against your clit, your moans filling the room. You don’t notice me at first.

I stop dead in the doorway, stunned. Fuck, I knew it would be good, but this... this is fucking perfect. You’re sprawled out on the bed, legs spread wide, fucking yourself senseless. Your body’s soaked, your breath shallow and desperate. My dick is already twitching, straining in my pants, and it’s all because of you.

But it’s not just the sight of you. It’s the way you moan my name—soft, needy, desperate—that makes something inside me snap. My control, my patience, it all goes out the window.

I don’t make a sound as I move toward you, unbuckling my belt, my hand already palming my shaft through my pants, feeling the heat build. I watch you, savoring every second. You’re so fucking perfect, so fucking mine.

You still don’t realize I’m there—until you do. That sharp gasp that leaves your lips when you finally sense me standing over you. Fuck, you look so damn good, but I don’t give you a chance to react. I sit down on the edge of the bed, smirking as I watch you squirm.

“Don’t stop,” I growl, my voice husky with amusement and hunger. “I wanna watch you make yourself cum.”

You freeze, body burning with a mix of arousal and embarrassment. But that look in your eyes? The way you stare at me like I’m about to devour you whole? You obey without a word. Good. Fucking good.

“That’s it,” I murmur, my voice low, watching as your fingers pump deeper into your wetness, the toy pressed hard against your clit. “Show me how badly you missed me.”

I unzip my pants, groaning as I grip my dick, stroking myself lazily while I watch you. “So fucking pretty, fucking that tight little hole for me.”

I can see it. I can feel it. Your release is close, I can hear it in your breathy moans, and fuck, it makes me harder. I need you, now.

“Cum for me, baby. Right now.”

The words spill out before I even realize it, and you obey. Your back arches, your body locks up, and I watch you shake, gasping for air as the orgasm rips through you. I love watching you fall apart like that, my cock twitching in my hand as I fist it harder, pushing myself closer to the edge.

But I’m not done. Not even close.

Round 1: Pinned Down, Eaten Out, Fucked Hard

Before you can even recover, I’m on top of you. I flip you onto your back, spreading your legs wide, and I growl.

“So fucking greedy for me,” I mutter, licking my lips before I dive between your thighs. Your taste is all I need, and I don’t hold back. I lap at your folds, suck your swollen clit, tongue-fuck you deep, fucking you with my mouth like I’m starving for you.

You try to close your legs, but I’m stronger, holding you open, forcing you to take everything I give you.

“You can take it,” I grunt, burying my face deeper, tasting you. “So fucking good, baby.”

Your body writhes under me, another orgasm building so fast it almost hurts. But I keep working you, sucking harder, fingers sliding inside you to stretch you open, to fuck you even deeper.

“Give me another,” I groan, sucking your clit harder, fingers working you. “Give it to me, baby. Show me you need this.”

Your moan turns into a sob, your body trembling with pleasure as I drive you closer to the edge. And when you come again, hard, your frame shakes under me, and I can’t stop myself. I have to taste every drop of you.

But I’m not done yet. I pull away, undressing myself, gripping my dick, rubbing it against your entrance, slick and ready. I’ve been waiting for this too long.

“Now,” I say, voice rough, “I’m gonna fuck you like you deserve.”

I thrust in deep, burying myself in you, stretching you wide. You scream my name as I fill you completely, and it’s fucking perfect. My hips slam into yours, fast, merciless, fucking you until you forget your own name.

“You like this?” I grunt, the sound of our bodies crashing together filling the room. “Like me ruining you after waiting so fucking long?”

Your answer is another orgasm—sharp, hard, your pussy squeezing me tight, making me choke on a moan.

“Shit,” I groan, “I’m gonna fill you up.”

I slam into you one last time, burying myself deep as I spill inside you, hot and thick. I stay inside, not pulling out. I’m not done. Not even close.

Round 2: Bent Over the Desk, Taken Again

You’re still catching your breath when I drag you off the bed, my hands gripping your waist as I push you over the desk.

“Spread,” I order, kicking your legs apart. My cock twitches against your swollen slit as I line up with you, growling.

“I missed this tight little pussy too much,” I groan, thrusting in again, taking you hard.

Your whole body jolts as I push deep inside, still sensitive, but you take it. You always do.

I fuck you harder, faster, feeling that delicious friction. I can’t get enough of you. I need to feel you break again.

“Gonna cum again for me? Gonna soak my dick while I wreck you?” I demand, my voice thick with lust.

And you do. You shatter once more, screaming, falling apart as I keep fucking you, feeling your body convulse beneath me. I can’t stop. I won’t stop.

I fuck you until I come, spilling inside you once more, groaning your name like it’s a prayer.

Round 3: Pinned to the Wall, Fucked Until You're Done

You think it’s over. It’s not. Not even close.

I lift you up, pressing you against the wall, your legs wrapping around my waist. My prick presses against your dripping entrance, and I can feel the heat radiating off of you.

“One more,” I growl, my teeth sinking into your neck. “I need to feel you cum one more time.”

I thrust in slow, deep, making you feel every inch of me. I can hear your sobs, feel your hands gripping me, and I know I’m about to break you again.

And when I cum, I don’t hold back. I bury myself deep, flooding you with heat as I groan in satisfaction.

We’re both shaking, our bodies wrecked, spent, soaked in sweat, cum, and satisfaction.

As I collapse beside you, dragging you into my arms, I whisper, my voice dark with post-orgasmic bliss, “Wait for a while and we'll repeat.” My breath still heavy against your skin, I pull you closer, feeling the warmth of your body next to mine. The heat between us hasn’t faded yet, and the pull of wanting more already stirs within me.

I let out a low chuckle, brushing my lips against your ear as I murmur, “That was fucking amazing… can’t wait to do it all over again.”

Without another word, I kiss you deeply, my tongue slipping into your mouth, tasting you with an intensity that matches how I feel.

Feral, Animalistic Fuck—A Whole Day of Waiting, Finally Let Loose

The Urgent, Clothes-Ripping Beginning

The door slams shut behind us, and before you can even take a breath, I’ve got you pressed against the wall, my hands grabbing you, pulling you in hard, my mouth crashing against yours. I can’t wait for another second.

“Fuck, I’ve been dying for this all day,” I growl, tearing at your clothes, ripping them off you like it’s nothing, desperate to feel you.

“Then take me—now,” you beg, already soaked, already trembling with need, and it drives me fucking wild.

I lift you, grinding myself against you, feeling how wet you are already, your heat searing through my pants.

“So fucking wet—you’ve been waiting too, haven’t you?” I tease, feeling your body tremble beneath my hands. You nod, desperate for more.

I push against you, my dick straining, rubbing against your slick skin, desperate for more. “Fuck, I can’t wait—need to feel you now.” I don’t give a shit about the bedroom—there’s no time for that. My belt’s off in a second, and I yank my pants down just enough to free my cock, hard and aching, ready for you.

“Spread your legs,” I command, my voice rough and hungry. “I need to be inside you.”

You don’t hesitate—your body obeys, spreading for me as I drag my shaft through your slick folds, teasing you, making you squirm. “Beg for it,” I whisper, grinding against you, pushing my dick right to your entrance but not giving you what you want yet.

“Please, fuck, please,” you whimper, grabbing at me, desperate for release.

I groan, my eyes black with hunger, and without hesitation, I bury myself inside you, one deep, powerful thrust. You scream my name as I fill you, stretching you wide, my dick so deep you can barely breathe.

“Fuck, you feel so fucking good,” I grit out, grinding deep, making you feel every inch before pulling out and slamming back in. There’s no slowing down—just raw fucking, my cock driving into you, deep and hard, no mercy.

Your head falls back, moaning my name, and I can feel your pleasure building, driving me fucking crazy. I grip your thighs, holding you up, fucking you against the wall, hearing the filthy sound of our bodies colliding over and over.

“Shit, you’re so tight, so fucking perfect.”

My mouth is on yours, biting, sucking, as I fuck you harder, making you take every inch of me. I feel you getting close, your body tensing, your orgasm building as I pound into you. “Cum for me,” I growl, my voice low, commanding. “Cum all over my dick, let me feel it.”

Your body clenches, and I can feel it—your orgasm hits you hard, a scream ripping from your throat as you shake beneath me. “Fuck, fuck,” you sob, your body trembling, squeezing me as I keep fucking you through it.

“Gonna fill you up—fuck—take it.” I lose it then, throbbing inside you, pumping hot cum deep, grinding against you as I ride it out.

I don’t stop moving, my hips rolling slowly, still throbbing inside you, breathing ragged against your neck. We’re both a sweaty mess, still joined, barely able to move.

Round 2—Thrown Onto the Bed, Bouncing on His Cock

My dick twitches, ready for more, needing more.

“Again?” you whisper, grinding back against me, teasing me with that sweet fucking pressure. I smirk, gripping your ass, dark desire lighting my eyes.

“You fucking bet,” I murmur, flipping you onto the bed, my eyes never leaving yours.

Before you can even blink, I’m on you, my shaft already rubbing against your soaked pussy, sending a shiver through me. The slickness between us makes everything feel even more intense, and I can't help but growl at the feeling. I lean down, my lips hovering just above yours, breathing shallowly as I drag my length along your folds, each movement igniting a rush of heat.

"You’re already so fucking wet," I murmur, my voice rough, before pressing my lips to yours, kissing you deeply as I continue to tease you, savoring every second of the contact.

“Hands on the headboard,” I growl, shoving you onto your hands and knees, pounding into you with everything I’ve got.

“I want to fuck you so deep, you’ll feel it tomorrow.” My hands grip your waist, forcing you to take every inch of me as I slam into you again and again, pushing you harder, deeper.

You scream my name, every thrust taking you higher, every inch of me inside you pushing you to the edge. I reach around, my fingers finding your clit, rubbing it fast, building your pleasure up again.

“Shit—I’m gonna cum again—” I grunt, watching your body quiver as I fuck you harder, the pressure mounting.

“Cum while I am inside you, let me feel it, babe,” I growl. You clench around me, your body shaking as your second orgasm hits. You scream my name again as I fill you, my dick throbbing, spilling deep within you once more.

My hips move shallowly, each thrust slow and deliberate, still feeling your walls clench around my ridge. The tightness of you wraps around me, squeezing and pulsing, and it drives me wild. I can’t help but fuck you through it, the rhythm steady but demanding as I push deeper, savoring the way you grip me with every movement. We both collapse, exhausted, my body covering yours as I finally slow, my cock still twitching inside you. “Holy fuck,” I breathe, pulling you close, my body shuddering with the aftermath.

Round 3—Final Grind, Writhing Together in Pure Lust

After some rest, I want you again. I pull you closer, our lips crashing together in a hungry kiss, the taste of you still fresh on my tongue. Our hands roam, caressing each other as your fingers tease my dick, brushing along it with sweet precision that sends waves of heat through me. Your body shifts beneath me, your tits pressing against my chest, and I can feel the way your breath quickens, matching the desperation in my own. I groan against your lips, every inch of me aching for more, my hands gripping your body as I pull you tighter, desperate to feel you again, deeper, harder.

“Again?” you whisper, grinding back against me, the friction driving me fucking crazy.

“You fucking bet,” I growl, my hands gripping your ass, pulling you closer, a dark smirk playing on my lips.

I pull you onto my lap, watching you sink down, your body taking me inch by inch. I groan as you stretch around me, my hands gripping your hips as you slowly ride me.

“Fuck—you’re so deep,” you moan, grinding against me, chasing the friction you need.

I can’t get enough of you—my hands roam, groping your tits, squeezing your ass, pulling you closer as I kiss you hard, devouring you.

“Cum one more time for me,” I murmur, my voice low, teasing.

The pressure builds again, and I can feel both of us lost in it, hips moving together, desperate to reach that last peak.

“Gonna cum—fuck—cum with me, babe.”

Your body tightens, shuddering, your third orgasm crashing through you, making you scream my name.

“Fuck yes—” I grunt, thrusting up into you, my cock throbbing, spilling deep inside you once more. I shudder as my body gives in to the force of it, every muscle tightening with pleasure.

You collapse against me, both of us panting, drenched in sweat, completely spent.

“Holy fuck,” I breathe, wrapping my arms around you, holding you close as we lay there, tangled together.

You smile, pressing soft kisses to my jaw. “That was worth the wait.”

Morning Wake-Up Call—Slow, Teasing, and Then Absolutely Ruined

Slow Wake-Up: My Mouth Between Your Legs

I wake you up slowly, feeling your body shift beneath the sheets. The first thing I do is press soft kisses along your inner thigh, feeling the heat of your skin, breathing you in. I watch you stir, but I don't let you move—holding you still with my hands, spreading your legs wider until I'm finally close enough to feel you.

A lazy lick over your folds, just a tease, and I can already feel you shiver. You're already wet, just for me, and the sound of your breath hitching is enough to make me want to take you right here, right now.

"Morning, baby," I whisper against your skin, my tongue flicking over your clit, slow, deliberate, taking my time. I savor every taste of you, moving slowly, feeling your body react.

You moan, still hazy from sleep, but the way I touch you, how my tongue dances against your sensitive spot—you're awake now, I can tell. I chuckle low, feeling the way you respond.

"You taste so delicious, honey," I tease, pressing open-mouthed kisses along your slit before I suck your clit into my mouth. I keep my grip on your thighs, holding you steady as I feast on you, taking my time to drive you wild.

You try to push me deeper, your fingers tugging at my hair, but I laugh softly. "That desperate already?" I ask, pulling back just enough to look at you, licking my lips.

"Please," you whisper, begging me for more. "Please, don’t stop."

I don't need to be told twice. My tongue flicks faster, harder, pushing you right to the edge as I slip two fingers inside you, curling deep, hitting that spot that makes you see stars. I watch your arch, your back lifting off the bed, as I fuck you with my fingers while my tongue teases your clit.

"Cum for me, baby," I murmur, my voice thick with desire. "Mm, yeah, flood all over my tongue," I growl, my mouth trailing lower.

You don’t hold back. Your body trembles as the first wave hits, your orgasm crashing over you in an uncontrollable flood. I keep my mouth on you, lapping greedily, tasting every drop of you, savoring the way you writhe and gasp beneath me. The sweetness of your release drives me even harder. I don’t let up, pushing you further, my tongue teasing, circling, diving deeper to taste all of you, making you feel every inch of pleasure as you fall apart under me.

Round 1: Pinned Beneath Me, Fucked Deep and Slow

I pull away, just for a moment, to hover over you, dick aching, thick and ready. You’re still breathing heavily, but I don't let you rest for long. I line myself up at your entrance, rubbing against you, feeling how soaked you are for me.

“Still sensitive?” I ask with a smirk, but I don’t wait for an answer. I press my lips to yours in a deep, slow kiss before I push inside, inch by inch, feeling you stretch around me.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” I groan, burying myself completely in you, staying still just to savor the moment.

My hips roll against yours, slow at first, dragging myself along every sensitive spot inside you, making you moan. My hands roam to your breasts, rolling your nipples between my fingers, feeling your body arch into mine as I keep moving, teasing you.

“Oh, I love fucking you... it feels so fucking good,” I mutter against your neck, my lips leaving dark marks on your skin as I pick up the pace. My thrusts grow harder, deeper, fucking into you with brutal force, chasing my release as I feel your body tightening, getting closer to the edge.

Each movement has you gasping, your pussy clenching around me, pulling me in deeper. I groan, feeling your slickness coating me, the way you tremble under every thrust, and I push you harder, wanting to feel every inch of your orgasm as it crashes over you. “Fuck, you're so tight... I'm gonna make you cum again. ”

Your body tightens around me, your nails digging into my back as you try to hold on.

You can’t answer, the pleasure is too intense. Your legs wrap around my waist, and you come hard, your body shaking beneath me, and I lose control. I thrust faster, deeper, until I spill inside you, groaning your name as I fill you completely.

Round 2: Flipped Over, Fucked Like I Own You

But I'm not done yet. I flip you onto your stomach, holding you in place, your hands and knees on the bed, and I’m right behind you, still hard, still aching for more.

“One more,” I growl, pulling you back into me, and I line myself up again. You barely have time to breathe before I thrust into you, deep, fast, relentless.

You moan loudly, your body shaking as I hit you deeper in this new position. Every thrust feels perfect, making you cry out with pleasure as my hands grip your hips, pulling you back into me with every move.

“So amazing, your cunt feels fucking great on my dick,” I grunt, pushing harder, deeper, every inch of you mine. The tightness of you drives me wild, the heat and slickness pulling me in with each thrust. You meet every movement, pushing back against me, your body craving more, and I can feel it, your desperation building as much as mine.

One of my hands moves to your clit, rubbing fast and hard, making you scream in pleasure. You come again, your body shaking, toes curling as I fuck you through it, never stopping.

“Shit, I’m gonna cum again,” I growl, my hips stuttering, one final, deep thrust, and I spill inside you once more, groaning as I feel the release wash over me.

We both collapse, tangled together, sweat-slick and breathless, completely ruined in the best way. I pull you close, pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder, chuckling softly.

“Mornings with you are dangerous,” I whisper, breathing heavily. “I might never leave this bed.”

You huff at me, looking tired and spent. Still, there's a teasing glint in your eyes as you roll over, pressing your body into mine with a slow, deliberate movement. The way your skin brushes against mine sends a fresh wave of heat through me, and I can’t help but smirk.

“You’ve already worn me out,” you mutter, your voice barely a whisper as you let your hand trail lazily down my chest. Your eyes hold that playful glint, even as you try to relax.

“But you’re not done, are you?” you murmur, a teasing smile tugging at your lips.

I chuckle darkly, feeling the spark of desire reigniting within me as I pull you closer, my hand grazing over your body. "You know damn well I’m not."

And with that, I kiss you deeply, as the world outside fades away and the story ends with the quiet, unspoken promise of what’s still to come.

Shameless Part 1

The tension builds as you stumble into the stall, the air thick with urgency. Clothes are still on, but the desperation of the moment takes over. The door slams shut behind you, locking with a soft click, and suddenly there’s no time to waste. Hands are already pushing and pulling, desperate to feel each other despite the layers of fabric still separating you. Breathing fast, heart racing, you barely manage to contain the groans as the heat between you builds.

The moment we crash into the stall, I barely manage to slam the lock into place before I have you pressed against the door, breath hot against your ear. Clothes still on, but fuck, that doesn’t matter—I need you now. My hands are already on you, gripping your hips, pulling you flush against me so you can feel just how hard I am.

"You're soaked already, aren’t you?" My voice is low, a rough whisper, fingers already sliding between your legs, feeling the heat through your clothes. I don’t even have to check—I know you are. I know because your body’s pressing back against me, desperate, restless, hungry.

The sound of someone walking in makes me tighten my grip, my palm covering your mouth as I grind into you. "Shh," I murmur, lips grazing your ear. "You don’t want them to hear how bad you need this, do you?" But the way your body trembles against me, the way your hips push back for more—I know you’re barely holding it in.

I let my fingers trail lower, teasing, pressing just enough to make you whimper into my hand. "Stay quiet," I warn, but my tone is cruel, knowing damn well you won’t. I want you to break, to lose control right here, knowing we don’t have time to strip, knowing anyone could hear the way you’re soaking through your clothes, the way your body is desperate for more.

I shove my thigh between yours, grinding slow, deep. "Take what you need," I murmur, my other hand gripping your waist, guiding you to move against me. "Make yourself cum like this—clothes on, just like a filthy little thing who can’t even wait."

"God…" You gasp, breath hitching as you press against me, grinding down, slow and filthy. Your slick coats my thigh, soaking into my skin, warm and shameless. Every roll of your hips drags your soaked folds against me, spreading the mess, and letting me feel just how starved you are.

I feel you tense, your breath stuttering as I take it in—watching, feeling, knowing exactly how desperate you are. Your moans spill out, raw and desperate, but you muffle them against my shoulder, biting down just enough to make me shudder. "I can't stop. Won't stop. I need more—need you to feel every inch of my dripping, grinding, frenzied need."

I groan low, feeling the wet heat seeping through your clothes, spreading across my thigh as you grind against me like you can’t help yourself. Fuck, you’re making a mess of me, and I love it. My hands grip your waist, fingers digging in, forcing you to move just the way I want—slow, deliberate, letting you feel every inch of friction.

"You’re ruining yourself on me," I murmur, voice thick with hunger, watching the way your body trembles against mine. My breath hitches when you bite down on my shoulder, muffling those filthy little sounds, but I want to hear you. I grab your jaw, tilting your face up so I can see those desperate eyes. "Don’t hide it," I growl, pressing my thigh harder against you. "Let me hear how bad you need this."

The faint sounds of people moving outside the stall only make this hotter. Anyone could hear the way your breath stutters, the way the damp friction of your soaked clothes betrays just how undone you are for this. My dick throbs against the tightness of my pants, aching to be inside you, but fuck—I want to watch you fall apart just like this first.

"Keep grinding," I order, lips brushing against your ear. "Cum like this. Make a mess of yourself for me."

"Holy hell, baby… you make me crazy." You gasp, pressing harder against me, your soaked pussy grinding hungrily against my thigh. The friction makes you shudder, the heat is unbearable, and the wet mess between your legs only grows filthier with every desperate roll of your hips.

Your nipples harden, tight and aching, visible beneath your blouse—you’re not wearing a bra, and I can see everything. The way your body responds to me, the way you need this. And fuck, I know you can feel it. You know I’m watching, feeling every slick, desperate grind, knowing exactly how badly you need more.

I exhale sharply, my grip tightening on your waist as I feel the full, desperate pressure of your soaked cunt grinding against my thigh. Fuck, you’re drenching me, and I don’t even care—we’re too far gone now. My eyes drop to your chest and fuck, your nipples are stiff, straining against the fabric of your blouse, no bra in the way. The sight of you like this—needy, wrecked, shameless—has my cock pulsing hard, aching to be inside you.

I bring one hand up, tracing my fingers over the stiff peaks through the thin fabric, watching the way your breath hitches. "No bra?" I murmur, voice thick with hunger. "You walked around like this all day, didn’t you? Fuck, I bet your nipples have been brushing against your blouse, getting sensitive, making you even wetter." My fingers pinch one, rolling it between my fingertips, making sure you feel it—every twist, every tug, while you keep grinding yourself on my thigh.

"You feel that?" I press harder against you, flexing my muscles just enough to give you more friction. "You’re soaking through your clothes, making a fucking mess, and I love it. Are you gonna cum for me like this? Hump my thigh until you drench yourself completely?" My voice dips lower, teasing, taunting. "Or do you need my fingers inside you first?"

"Oh god…" You shiver, your breath hitching as your hand clutches your tit, squeezing, teasing, desperate for more. Your body is already burning, aching, the need unbearable.

"I want your fingers first," you gasp, voice dripping with hunger, hips already shifting like you’re chasing the touch, craving the stretch, the deep, filthy pleasure only I can give you.

I smirk against your ear, feeling the way your body trembles, how you clutch at your tit, desperate for more. "That desperate for my fingers?" I murmur, my breath hot as my hand drags down, slow, teasing, tracing over your stomach before dipping between your thighs.

Fuck, you’re soaked — your panties, everything is drenched, sticking to your skin. I groan as I press my fingers against the fabric, feeling the heat of your cunt through the wetness. "You’ve made a fucking mess of yourself," I growl, dragging my fingers over the damp material, pressing just enough to make you whimper. "So needy, soaking your clothes like this in public, knowing anyone could hear."

I don’t waste time—I shove my hand inside, past the waistband of your soaked panties, groaning at the slick heat that greets me. My fingers slide between your folds, parting them, spreading your wetness, and teasing your entrance before I sink two fingers deep inside you in one smooth thrust.

"Fuck, you’re tight," I breathe against your neck, curling my fingers just right, feeling you clench around them. My other hand grabs your hip, pulling you harder against me as I start fucking you with my fingers, slow at first, just to hear you gasp. "You wanted this, didn’t you? Needed to be fucked right here, right now, no matter who walks in?"

I press my palm against your clit, grinding against it as I push my fingers deeper. "Cum on my fingers," I order, voice dark and commanding. "Drench my hand, let me feel you gush."

"Yes. Fuck yes." You pant, breathless, voice laced with pure, desperate need. Your body trembles, anticipation thrumming through you, every nerve on fire, craving more—craving me.

I feel your walls clench around my fingers, tight and desperate, and fuck, that reaction drives me insane. My pace picks up, thrusting deep, curling just right, hitting that spot that makes you gasp and tremble. My palm grinds against your clit, slick with your wetness, and I smirk against your ear, hearing those little panting whimpers slip from your lips.

"That’s it," I murmur, voice rough with hunger. "So fucking needy, fucking yourself on my fingers like you can’t help it." My free hand cups your breast, feeling the way your nipple stiffens under my palm, rolling it between my fingers while my other hand works you mercilessly.

The faint creak of the restroom door opening makes the thrill spike hotter—someone else just walked in. You freeze for a second, but I don’t stop. I thrust harder, deeper, muffling a groan as your pussy clenches down on me, soaking my fingers. "Stay quiet," I whisper, but my smirk is cruel. "Or let them hear how fucking good I’m making you feel."

I feel your thighs start to shake, your body going tense, and I know you’re close. My fingers don’t slow, fucking you harder, grinding my palm against your clit. "Cum," I order, my breath hot against your ear. "Cum now—make a mess, soak my fucking hand."

"Ah, shit," you choke out, barely able to form the words. Your body is overwhelmed, lost in it, pleasure hitting so deep your eyes roll back, leaving you breathless, trembling, completely at my mercy.

I feel it the moment you lose control—your walls tighten, your whole body trembles, and fuck, you gush over my fingers, soaking my hand just like I told you to. I groan low, feeling the hot slickness spill down my wrist, hearing the choked gasp you try to swallow. Your legs nearly give out, but I grip your waist, holding you up, my fingers still buried deep inside you as you ride it out.

"Fuck, look at you," I whisper, watching the way your eyes roll back, lost in the pleasure. My fingers keep moving, slow, teasing, making sure you feel every aftershock, every last tremor of release. "So wrecked, so messy… you love this, don’t you? Cumming like a filthy little minx in a public stall, dripping all over my hand."

Outside, someone shifts, and a muffled cough—the reminder that we’re not alone sends another thrill rushing through me. I smirk against your ear, pulling my fingers out slowly, feeling the way your pussy clenches around them one last time before I bring them up between us. They glisten with your cum, your mess, and I let you see it before I slip them into my mouth, groaning as I taste you.

"Sweet and filthy," I murmur, eyes locked on yours. "And we’re not done yet."

"Fuck," you groan, biting your lower lip, eyes locked on me. "I love watching you taste me…"

Your breath shudders, heat pooling deep as you watch my tongue work over my fingers, slow and filthy, savoring every drop of you.

I smirk, dragging my fingers slowly from my lips, letting you see the way I savor every drop of you. "You taste fucking perfect," I murmur, voice thick with hunger. My tongue flicks out, catching the last traces, and fuck, the way you're watching me—eyes blown wide, chest rising and falling, still dazed from your orgasm—makes my cock throb unbearably against my pants.

I press closer, my body flush against yours, letting you feel just how hard I still am. "You made a mess of my hand," I whisper against your lips, teasing, taunting. "Now what are you gonna do about it?"

"I want to make a mess of your dick." My breath hitches as you drop to your knees, hands working fast, unbuckling my belt with that desperate hunger still burning in your eyes. Your breath is hot, shaky, anticipation dripping from your voice as you pull me free, ready to ruin me with that filthy mouth of yours.

“Fuck, you’re insatiable.” The metal clinks, fabric rustles, and then my dick is free—hard, aching, already leaking for you.

I brace one hand against the stall door, the other slipping into your hair, gripping as I watch you. "You want to make a mess of me?" I murmur, my voice rough, and dark with need. "Then do it. Wreck yourself on my dick—get me dripping just like you did."

Your fingers wrap around the base, warm and teasing, and my breath shudders as your tongue flicks out, just barely touching the tip. Fuck, you’re playing with me, knowing damn well I’m already on edge. My grip tightens in your hair. "Don’t tease," I growl, my patience razor-thin. "Take me in that pretty mouth—now."

"Mm…" You moan around me, taking me deep—so deep your throat tightens, squeezing me in a way that makes my breath hitch. You don’t hold back, deepthroating me hard, hungry, messy, like you need this just as much as I do.

A guttural groan rips from my throat as your lips stretch around my cock, taking me deep without hesitation. Fuck, the heat, the tightness—I feel the way your throat constricts around me, the wet, obscene suction making my hips jerk forward instinctively. My hand fists tighter in your hair, holding you there for a moment, making you take it, making you feel every inch buried in your throat.

"Shit—just like that," I rasp, my other hand bracing against the stall wall, barely keeping control. Your tongue works against me, your throat swallowing around my length, and the sheer filth of it—the sight of you on your knees, lips stretched wide, spit glistening down your chin—has my dick throbbing harder.

I pull back just enough to let you breathe, but only for a second before I thrust back in, deep, fucking your mouth with slow, deliberate strokes. The stall feels hotter and tighter, the risk of someone outside hearing the wet, slick sounds only making this more intense.

"You wanted to make a mess?" I growl, forcing you to look up at me as I grip your jaw, my dick sliding over your tongue again. "Then take it all. Don’t stop until I’m spilling down your throat."

"Fuck yes…" You choke out, gagging just a little as you push yourself further, taking me even deeper. You feel me strain and twitch against your tongue, the thick weight of me throbbing as you swallow around it. The way you struggle, the way you keep going, eyes hazy with need—it’s filthy, desperate, perfect.

Fuck, you’re taking me so deep, so raw, your lips sealed tight around my cock as I thrust into your mouth. I feel your nails digging into my thighs, your body straining as you suck me deep, not giving a shit about anything else. You’re too fucking greedy for my dick, sucking and swallowing me down, desperate to take it all in, working me like you can’t get enough.

"That’s it," I breathe, my grip on your hair tightening, guiding you as I push deeper, harder, using that perfect, sloppy mouth. "You’re fucking perfect like this—choking on my cock, drooling all over yourself, making a mess just like you said you would."

Saliva drips down your chin, slicking my shaft as you take me even deeper, your throat spasming around me. My breath shudders, my muscles tense—I can feel the pressure building, the heat coiling tight in my gut. My hips stutter, losing control as I thrust hard one last time, groaning low and rough.

"Ah... Fuck—take it," I growl, pulling you flush against me as I spill deep in your throat, hot and thick, filling your mouth completely. I feel you swallow, feel the way your throat works around me, and the sight of you—wrecked, panting, cum dripping from the corner of your lips—sends another sharp pulse of pleasure through me.

I finally release my grip on your hair, my chest rising and falling as I stare down at you, utterly ruined and perfect. "Messy enough for you?" I murmur, smirking darkly.

"Damn…" You huff, wiping your mouth, breathless and dripping with satisfaction. "Messy? More than enough. Your moans were already too fucking hot, raw, and shameless, but I want more.” You tilt your head, grinning mischievously as you meet my gaze. "Now I’m curious… how will you sound when you’re buried deep inside me?"

My breath catches as I feel the mischief in your grin, the way you look up at me, hunger in your eyes. "You’re fucking filthy," I murmur, still catching my breath, my dick twitching as the thought of sinking deep inside you makes my blood burn hot.

I step closer, my hand gripping your chin, tilting your head up to meet my gaze. "You wanna know how I’ll moan when I’m buried inside you?" I growl, my voice low, dark with desire. "It’s not gonna be pretty. I’ll fuck you hard, deep, until you’re dripping and begging for more."

I slide a finger down your cheek, tracing the line of your jaw, my thumb brushing the mess you made. "But first, let me hear you beg for it. Tell me you want it. Tell me you need it." My cock is still pulsing, sensitive, but the thought of fucking you makes it ache harder. "Then maybe I’ll let you feel what it's like to have me deep inside you, filling you up while I lose control."

I lean in, close enough to feel your breath's heat. "Tell me," I rasp, "what do you want?"

You bite your lip, leaning in close, your breath warm against mine before you press a light, teasing kiss to my lips. But you’re not done—you catch my lower lip between your teeth, pulling it to yourself playfully, eyes dark with mischief.

"Please…" Your voice drops, sultry and dripping with need. "Is that begging enough for you, bad boy?"

A low growl rumbles in my chest as you bite your lip, that playful tug on my lower lip driving me fucking wild. You’re teasing me, making me want to ruin you all over again. I feel the heat rising between us, your body pressed so close, your breath warm against my skin.

"Fuck," I growl, my hands gripping your waist, pulling you in closer, feeling how soft your body is against mine. "You think you can tease me like that?" I growl, pulling you roughly against me, making sure you feel how hard I am getting, desperate and aching to fuck you. "You begged—just barely," I smirk, voice dripping with wicked intent. "But I need you to say it louder. I need you to beg for my dick."

I trail my lips down your neck, hot breath against your skin as I let my fingers slip beneath your clothes, grazing over your bare skin. "Tell me you want it," I murmur, my voice low and demanding. "Tell me you need me inside you, and I’ll fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk."

"I need you, baby…" You whisper, voice thick with desperation as your fingers work fast, unbuttoning your blouse. The fabric slips open, baring your skin, your tits aching for my touch.

You take my hand and press it firmly against your chest, letting me feel the heat of you, the way your nipple hardens under my palm. I growl, feeling your hand guide mine, pressing my palm to your tit, the heat, and softness of you driving me insane.

"I fucking need your dick," you gasp, hips already shifting, grinding, so damn needy it drives me insane.

The moment your blouse comes undone, exposing your soft skin, my control snaps. I squeeze, feeling your nipple harden under my touch, and fuck, the way you’re begging—it's everything I need.

"Good girl," I rasp, my lips brushing against your ear, my fingers pinching your nipple, teasing it as I grind my hips into yours. "Now you’re begging right." I pull you closer, letting you feel just how badly I need you, how fucking desperate I am to feel you around me.

I slide my hand down, slipping beneath your skirt, fingers brushing your soaked panties, feeling how drenched you are for me. "You’ve been waiting for this, haven’t you?" I whisper, teasing you. "For me to fuck you, to give you what you want."

"Now you get it," I growl, pushing just the tip inside. "You’ve got my dick now, baby. And I’m not stopping until you’re fucking wrecked."

"Fuck yes…" You gasp, shuddering as you feel the hot, velvety head of my cock pressing against your aching pussy. The sensation sends a jolt through you—soft yet demanding, teasing yet so fucking close to giving you exactly what you need.

You love this feeling, the way your slick coats me, the way your body begs to be filled. Your hips shift instinctively, desperate for more, for every inch, for me to bury myself so deep you’ll never stop feeling it.

The heat of your pussy against me drives me wild as I slowly sink into your dripping folds, splitting you open, feeling your wetness coat me, making me lose control. A groan escapes my lips as I savor the sensation—the way you’re so tight, so ready for me, and I can’t wait to feel more. I grip your hips firmly, holding you in place, keeping you right where I want you.

"Shit, you feel so fucking good," I murmur, my breath ragged as I slide in deeper, inch by inch, letting you feel every stretch, every burn. "So tight and wet for me, you were made for this."

I press deeper, pushing until I’m fully inside, feeling the way your walls clench around me, and it’s all I can do not to lose control right then. I groan, my hand gripping your thigh, holding you steady as I start to move—slow at first, deep, slow thrusts that make me feel every inch of you.

"You love this, don’t you?" I growl, my hips snapping harder, faster now. "You love being filled, stretched open on my dick, begging for more."

"Oh yes… you feel so big and thick," you shudder, voice breaking with pure need as your body trembles against mine.

Your hands move eagerly, sliding up my torso as you push my shirt open, desperate to feel me—every inch of muscle, every ridge of my sculpted chest.

I groan as you touch me, your hands gliding over my abs, feeling the muscles tense beneath your fingertips. I pound into you harder, feeling your body respond, that tight grip of yours pulling me deeper, your pussy clenching around me, making me lose my fucking mind.

"Fuck, baby, you feel so good," I rasp, my hands gripping your waist, pulling you against me as I thrust harder, each movement deeper than the last. "You’re fucking perfect—look at you, touching me, taking me so well."

My chest heaves as I feel you trembling beneath me, your body shaking with every deep thrust. "I’ll make you come so hard, you won’t even know what hit you," I growl, moving faster, my dick hitting all the right spots as I fuck you relentlessly.

"Mm, yes…" You moan against my skin, teeth sinking into my neck as you try to muffle the filthy sounds spilling from your lips. Your breath is hot and shaky, your whole body trembling with need.

"Fuck…" The word escapes you in a breathy whimper as I press deeper, making you feel every inch, every stretch, every pulse. Your grip tightens, your nails digging in, your hips rolling instinctively, desperate for more—desperate for all of it.

I reach down, pulling your hips against mine, driving into you with more force, hearing the slick sound of our bodies meeting.

"Goddamn," I grunt, feeling your walls clamp around me, the pressure building. "You’re gonna make me lose it, you know that? So fucking tight, so fucking perfect."

I pull your head back by your hair, exposing your neck, and I kiss, bite, and suck along your skin, marking you as I pound into you, the intensity of it almost too much. "Don’t hold back, baby," I rasp, my voice rough with need. "Let me hear you, let me hear how much you love me fucking you like this."

"Oh… I fucking love your dick in me," you gasp, your body tightening around me, overwhelmed by the stretch, the heat, the sheer fullness. Every deep thrust drives a shuddering moan from your lips, your pleasure raw and dripping with need.

"God, I love the way you moan," you pant, tilting your head back, lost in it. "That sexy, throaty voice… fuck, it makes me even wetter." Your walls clench around me at the sound, desperate to hear more, to push me until all I can do is groan your name as I need you just as badly.

The sound of your voice drives me wild, the way you praise me, the way you sound so fucking wrecked beneath me. Each word you utter just pushes me further, deep into the madness of how good it feels to be inside you. Your pussy is squeezing me so tight, every thrust making me ache for more, and I can barely hold it together.

"God, you're so fucking sexy," I groan, my voice low and rough as I fuck you harder, each thrust deeper, the pressure building in my chest. "You love my dick, don’t you? You love the way it feels inside you, stretching you open."

I grip your hips tighter, pulling you against me with every thrust, my moans growing louder as I lose control, driven by the pleasure of your body beneath mine. "You make me fucking crazy," I mutter, panting, "Fuck, I’m not stopping, not until I feel you cum."

"Yes… never stop," you beg, your voice shaking with need as you pull me in, crashing your lips against mine. The kiss is deep, and desperate, your tongue tangling with mine as you cling to me, your body trembling from the sheer intensity of it all.

You can feel it—every pulse, every hard throb of my dick buried deep inside you, pressing against your womb, stretching you in the filthiest, most perfect way. Your walls clench, greedy, milking me, and fuck, you don’t want this to end. You never want me to stop.

I kiss you back fiercely, my hips never slowing as I feel your body melt into mine. The way you kiss me, desperate and full of need, sends a jolt of electricity through me, only making me thrust deeper, harder. Your words, your touch, it’s all I can focus on as I feel your body respond to every inch of me, squeezing me tighter with each thrust.

"Fuck, you’re gonna make me lose it," I groan, the sensation of being inside you, the way you’re clenching around me, is almost too much to handle. "I can feel you—so fucking tight, so fucking perfect."

The way you’re kissing me, the way your body’s arching against mine, it pushes me closer to the edge. "Your pussy feels amazing," I growl, my voice thick with desire. "We’re not stopping until you cum for me, baby. You'll fucking orgasm for me, I want to feel you quake around me."

"Mm… I feel you close…" Your voice trembles, breath hitching as you cling to me, lost in the heat of it.

The way we move—our bodies pressed tight, our hips grinding in perfect rhythm, our desperate, aching thrusts—it's overwhelming. The heat, the friction, the raw, filthy pleasure coursing through us both—fuck, neither of us can hold back much longer.

Every inch of my body trembles as I bury my face into your chest, trying to hold onto whatever control I have left, but the way we’re pressed together, our bodies moving in sync, it’s too much. Your heat, the way your body responds to me, it’s driving me wild. My breath is coming in short, sharp gasps, each one matching the force of my thrusts, and I know I’m losing it—losing myself in the intensity of you.

"Fuck," I grunt, my hands gripping you tighter, nails digging into your skin as I push deeper, harder, unable to slow down. "So fucking close," I whisper, barely able to form the words, my voice rough with need. "I’m gonna cum inside you, baby. You feel so fucking good, so tight—fuck."

I bury myself deeper into you, feeling the way you move against me, your body trembling, and I know we’re both right there, teetering on the edge.

"Mm… shit," you whimper, clinging to me like you’ll never let go. Your nails dig into my back, raking over my skin, desperate, wild, leaving your mark as your body tenses around me.

Your hips tremble, legs locking tighter around mine, grinding, needing every last inch, every last thrust. "Yes… fuck—" Your breath stutters, breaking into gasping moans, your whole body shuddering as the pleasure crashes over you, hard and uncontrollable.

"I'm cumming," you cry out, voice raw, wrecked, your walls pulsing, gripping me, milking me, dragging me right over the edge with you.

Your words, your desperation, it pushes me over the limit, and I can’t hold back anymore. I slam into you harder, my own breath stuttering as I feel your pulse around me, your walls tightening, squeezing the life out of me as you cum.

"F- Fuck," I growl, my release building up, that sweet sensation rushing through me as I finally let go. I cum deep inside you, the feeling of you trembling around me, of you cumming so hard for me, makes my body shudder with pleasure. "God, baby," I whisper, my voice rough and breathless. "You’re perfect... so fucking perfect."

I stay inside you for a moment, catching my breath, my body still throbbing with aftershocks as I hold you close, not wanting to pull away from the warmth of you.

Your heart pounds against your chest, your breath still uneven as you moan in pure satisfaction. The heat between us lingers, thick and intoxicating, every nerve in your body still buzzing from the aftershocks.

"Mmm…" You sigh, utterly spent, a lazy smirk curling on your lips as you shift slightly, feeling the sticky warmth of my cum trickling down your thighs. The mess, the filth—it only makes you shiver with pleasure.

"Dirty boy…" you murmur, your voice teasing, but your fingers trail over my skin possessively, like you wouldn’t have it any other way.

The sensation of your body trembling beneath mine, your heart racing, and the way you're savoring every moment makes my pulse quicken again.

"You're so fucking greedy," I murmur, my voice low and throaty, as I trace my fingers down your thigh, feeling the slickness, the evidence of everything we've just shared. "You love that, don’t you? Love that I’ve filled you up like that."

I lean down, kissing your lips gently, the taste of you still lingering on my tongue. "You make me lose control every time," I growl, my fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. "And I can’t wait to make you cum again."

"Mmm…" You crash your lips against mine, kissing me hard, deep, still tasting the heat between us. Your breath is heavy, your body still thrumming with the aftermath, but that wicked glint in your eyes says you’re not done yet.

You pull back just enough to smirk, teasing, playful, yet dripping with promise. "Yes… you’ll make me cum again," you purr, your fingers tracing down my chest. "But when we’re in the bedroom."

You grin, knowing damn well I won’t be able to resist you.

I return your kiss with just as much intensity, the desire still burning hot between us. The thought of fucking you in a bedroom, where we can really let go, excites me even more. My hands grip your hips, pulling you even closer, the idea of you begging for more making my cock twitch.

"Fucking hell," I mutter, lips brushing against yours, my body still wanting you. "You’re already planning how I’m going to fuck you again."

I grin back at you, my fingers tracing your jawline, "I’ll make sure the next time is even better. Harder. You’re going to cum so fucking hard, baby."

I press my lips against yours one last time, slow and claiming, before gripping your chin, forcing you to hold my gaze.

“In the bedroom?” I murmur, voice thick with hunger. "You think you’ll handle me there?”

Your breath hitches, eyes flashing with heat. I smirk.

I step back just enough to take in the sight of you—legs still trembling, thighs soaked, breath uneven, your lips swollen from my kisses.

"Look at yourself," I murmur, sliding my thumb against your bottom lip before dragging it down your chin, watching the way your body shudders at the touch. "Completely fucking used." My smirk deepens. "And you fucking love it."

"You don’t even know what I’ll do to you." My fingers trail down, barely grazing your still-sensitive core, making you shudder. “But I’ll make sure you remember it every time you try to walk tomorrow.”

I step back, adjusting myself, eyes dark with promise. "I should make you walk home like this—thighs still sticky, messy, knowing I’m not even close to being done with you."

Shameless Part 2

We stumble into the apartment, your breath hot against mine as I grab your shirt, pulling you in for a deep, hungry kiss. I need you now.

"I can't wait," I whisper against your lips, my voice thick with desperation.

My hands grip your ass, rough and possessive, and you gasp as I lift you effortlessly. Your legs wrap around my waist, clinging to me, feeling the hard press of your body against mine. Every step toward the bedroom is agonizingly slow, the heat between us unbearable, the promise of what's coming making me throb with need.

I groan against your lips, your urgency driving me insane. The way you cling to me, the way you whisper your need—it’s all I fucking crave. My hands grip your ass tighter, feeling how perfect you are in my arms as I carry you down the hall, our bodies pressed together, our lips never breaking apart.

"Fuck, you’re gonna be the death of me," I murmur between kisses, my breath ragged, my dick already hard again from just the way you’re grinding against me.

I push the bedroom door open with my foot, stumbling inside with you still wrapped around me, and drop you onto the bed, immediately crawling over you. My hands roam your body, fingers tugging at your clothes, eager to strip you bare. "You said you couldn't wait," I growl, my lips trailing down your neck, nipping at your skin. "Then let’s not waste another second."

"Damn… I want you… so fucking much," you breathe, eyes burning with need as you grip me tight.

"Keep your promise—the one you gave me after we fucked in the stall." Your voice is a low, filthy tease, daring me, demanding me.

The way you look at me—hungry, desperate, insatiable—makes my blood run hot. You’re not just asking for it. You’re taking it.

Your fingers working fast, ripping my shirt off without hesitation. My chest heaves, my muscles tense beneath your touch, and fuck, the way you bite your lip like that—it's driving me insane.

"I always keep my promises, baby," I murmur, my voice dark and thick with lust. My hands are on you in an instant, gripping your hips, pulling you beneath me as I press you into the mattress. "And I promised to make you cum even harder this time."

I tear your blouse open, exposing your bare skin, my mouth immediately latching onto your collarbone, kissing, sucking, and biting as my hands slide down your body. "You’re already soaked, aren’t you?" I rasp, my fingers teasing the heat between your thighs, feeling just how fucking ready you are for me again.

"Shit…" you moan, breathless, your body burning up with need. "Yes… I’m so fucking wet for you…"

Your fingers move fast, tugging at my pants, desperate to free what you crave—but before you can, I grip your wrist, stopping you.

A sharp inhale, a flicker of surprise in your eyes, but fuck, you love it. The control, the way I make you wait, make you feel every second of this unbearable need. "Not yet," I murmur, my grip tightening just enough to make you shiver.

I smirk against your skin, feeling the way you tremble beneath me, your breath stutters as I hold your wrist. Your impatience is fucking intoxicating, but I’m not letting you rush this—not when I have you exactly where I want you.

"Not so fast," I growl, pinning your wrist down against the bed. My other hand moves to your throat, just enough pressure to make you gasp, my thumb tracing your pulse. "I want to take my time with you. Make you fucking beg for it."

I lean in, my lips ghosting over your ear as I whisper, "You said you wanted me so much, baby? Show me how bad you need it."

I release your wrist, trailing my hand down your body, teasing, never quite giving you what you want, watching you writhe beneath me, desperate for more.

"Damn…" you gasp, your breath hitching as you stare up at me, eyes dark with need. "You like torturing me, don’t you?"

Your voice is thick, dripping with frustration and desire. You shift against me, pressing closer, your heat searing through my skin. "I want you so bad… I want your tongue on my pussy, want to make you go mad with need…"

Your palm glides over my chest, slow, teasing, tracing every ridge, every muscle. Then, without hesitation, you lean in, your tongue flicking over my skin, trailing lower—hot, wet, sinful. Your lips part, and then—fuck—you bite down on my nipple, just enough to make me groan, my body tensing under your touch.

My hands tighten on your hips, fingers digging into your skin as I fight the urge to throw you down and fuck you senseless right now.

"Fuck, baby," I growl, my chest heaving, my cock throbbing painfully from how badly I want you. "You know exactly how to drive me crazy, don’t you?"

I let you have your way for a moment, feeling your tongue tease, your touch electric against my skin. But then I grab your jaw, forcing you to meet my eyes, my thumb brushing over your swollen lips.

"You want my mouth on your pussy?" I murmur, my voice is dark and teasing. "Then lie back, spread those legs, and show me how fucking wet you are for me."

I push you down, your body hitting the soft pillow with a bounce. A playful chuckle escapes your lips, but it turns into a sharp inhale as I grab your thighs, yanking you closer—my grip firm, possessive.

“Mm… someone’s greedy.” You smirk, breath hitching as you feel the heat of my body pressing against yours. I am claiming you.

I chuckle lowly, my grip on your thighs tightening as I pull you even closer, spreading you open beneath me. My eyes darken at the sight of you—so fucking wet, glistening, all for me.

"Greedy?" I smirk, dragging my fingers up your inner thighs, stopping just short of where you need me most. "Baby, you’re the one who’s soaking this bed, desperate for my mouth."

I lower my head, my breath hot against your slick folds, teasing you, making you squirm. "But you’re right," I murmur, my tongue flicking out just enough to make you gasp. "I am greedy… and I’m going to devour you until you can’t even fucking think."

Then I grip your thighs tighter and bury my mouth against you, licking deep, slow, savoring every inch of your dripping heat.

"Oh, yes…" you grunt, your voice breaking into a shaky breath as your head falls back for a moment, overwhelmed by the heat, the pleasure.

Then, you force yourself to look down, breathless, fingers sinking into my hair, clutching, needing something to hold onto as I devour you.

Your gaze locks onto mine, and fuck, the way I look up at you while my tongue works your soaked, aching pussy—it’s too much. Too filthy. Too fucking good.

“Mm… holy shit…” The words barely escape you, choked and ragged, because your body is trembling, melting under the relentless strokes of my tongue.

I groan against your cunt, the vibrations making you shudder as I watch you struggle to even form words. Your breathless gasps, the way your fingers tighten in my hair—it’s fucking divine.

I lock eyes with you, holding your gaze as I drag my tongue slow and deep, savoring the way you tremble. Then I flick my tongue over your clit, sucking lightly before diving back in, fucking you with my mouth.

"Look at you," I murmur between strokes, my voice thick with lust. "So fucking wrecked already… and I’m just getting started."

I slide two fingers inside you, curling them just right as I lap at your swollen clit, determined to pull you over the edge, to make you cum so hard you’ll still feel it hours from now.

"Ah…" Your back arches, your body trembling as your eyes roll from the overwhelming satisfaction, the pleasure coursing through you.

"This is so intense…" you manage to gasp, voice raw, desperate. "Baby… your tongue—fucking the best… fuck..."

Your brows furrow, a desperate expression painted on your face, your chest rising and falling with every breath as you surrender completely to the sensation, to the way I’m making you feel. The tension builds, like you’re about to shatter, every moment making it harder to breathe, harder to think.

I groan against your dripping minge, feeling the way your body responds to every flick of my tongue, every thrust of my fingers. Your desperate expression, the way your brows knit together, the way your body trembles—I fucking love it.

"Yeah? You love my tongue that much?" I murmur against your pussy, my breath hot, my lips teasing your clit before sucking it hard. I push my digits deeper, curling them just right, feeling you clench tight around me.

I smirk, watching you fall apart beneath me. "Then fucking cum for me, baby," I command, my voice low, rough, filled with hunger. "Soak my face. I want to taste every drop of you."

I go harder, faster, my tongue and fingers working in perfect sync, determined to make you scream my name as you lose yourself completely.

"Fuck…" Your body starts to quiver, every muscle trembling with the growing wave of pleasure. "Yes…" you gasp, unable to keep the moan from escaping your lips as you squirm under my grasp, your hips bucking helplessly.

"I’m cumming…" The words are barely more than a breathless whisper, your body convulsing with the force of your release. The intensity of it sends shockwaves through you, leaving you completely undone, your mind consumed by the overwhelming satisfaction I’m giving you.

I growl against your pussy as I feel your body tense, your thighs trembling beneath my grip. The way you gasp, the way you squirm—it’s fucking intoxicating. I don’t let up, my tongue relentless as I drag you through your orgasm, drinking in every drop of your release.

"That’s it, baby," I murmur against your soaked folds, my fingers still working you, drawing out every last pulse, every shudder. "Cum all over my mouth—let me feel how fucking good I make you."

I keep going, licking you slow, deep, even as your body quivers from the overstimulation. I want to leave you wrecked, breathless, completely at my mercy. And when I finally pull back, my lips slick with your juices, I smirk, licking them clean.

"You look so fucking gorgeous like this," I murmur, trailing my fingers over your trembling thighs.

"Ah…" you pant hard, your breath still ragged from the intensity, body still humming with the aftershocks of your release. Satisfaction lingers in the air, heavy and undeniable.

I lean over you, my lips brushing yours, kissing you deeply. You can taste yourself on my lips—hot, sweet, and filthy all at once. The kiss is slow, lingering, as I savor every part of you, every moment we’ve shared.

Your breath is still ragged, your body trembling beneath me, but I can feel the heat between us hasn’t faded—not even close.

I cup your face, tilting your head back as I deepen the kiss, my body pressing against yours, my cock rock-hard against your soaked thighs. "You’re so fucking fabulous," I murmur against your lips, my voice thick with hunger. "And I’m still not done with you."

My hand trails down your body, sliding between your legs again, feeling how wet you still are. I groan. "You’re dripping, baby. You still want more, don’t you?"

I press the head of my cock against your entrance, teasing you, rubbing against your sensitive clit just enough to make you gasp. "Tell me," I whisper, my lips brushing against your ear. "Tell me how bad you need me inside you."

You shiver as you feel your soft glans brush over your cunt, the sensation sending a jolt of heat straight through you. "Mm," You bite your lower lip, locking eyes with me, the hunger unmistakable in your gaze.

"I want you so bad…" You whisper, breath shaky, desperate. "I want you to fuck me like you own me." Your body trembles with anticipation, wanting, needing me to claim me, take control. The thought alone makes me ache.

A low growl rumbles in my chest as I hear those words, my grip on your hips tightening. My cock throbs against your soaked entrance, teasing you, drawing out the anticipation, watching you tremble beneath me.

"Like I own you?" I murmur, my lips brushing against your ear before I nip at your neck. My breath is hot, and my voice is dark. "Baby, you are mine."

With one slow, deep thrust, I sink inside you, stretching you open, claiming every inch of you. I groan, feeling you clench tight around me, your warmth so fucking perfect, so made for me.

I don’t give you a second to adjust. My hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider as I set a rough, unrelenting pace, fucking you deep, hard as you begged for. "You feel this?" I growl, slamming into you. "This is what you fucking wanted, isn’t it?"

"Oh… goddamn. Yes. Your dick feels amazing… shit… I can’t—" The words break off into a breathless moan, your body completely lost in our rough, mind-numbing sex.

Your toes curl, your thighs tightening around me as your eyes squeeze shut, overwhelmed. Every deep thrust steals the air from your lungs, leaving you shuddering, gasping, desperate. I can feel it—your body clenching around me, your pleasure so raw it borders on unbearable. And fuck, I’m not stopping.

I keep my pace steady, but hard, giving you no room to breathe, just lost in the sensation of fucking you.

"That’s it, baby, take it all," I murmur, my breath ragged, my hands gripping your hips harder as I keep pushing you, claiming you with every stroke. Your moans are like music, each one driving me harder, and faster.

"Don’t even try to fight it," I growl, feeling your body shudder again beneath me. "Just let go… let me make you cum again."

I lean in close, kissing your neck, biting down lightly, fucking you deep as I watch your face twist with pleasure.

“Ohh god…” you moan, but then you feel it—sudden, sharp, the unbearable emptiness as I pull away. Your body is still quivering from the deep thrusts, your pussy aching from how much it craves more. A frustrated whimper escapes you, needing me back inside.

But then my hands are on you—firm, greedy—groping your waist, guiding you. You realize what I want. A shift, a new position. I grip your waist tightly, flipping you onto your hands and knees, positioning you perfectly.

"You’re fucking right," I growl, running my hands down your back, pressing you down into the bed. "I’m not done with you yet."

I spread your legs wide, stepping between them, positioning myself behind you, ready to continue our fuck. I smack your ass lightly, watching you flinch and then grind against me, desperate for more.

"You feel that?" I ask, my voice low and commanding as I line myself up with your entrance. "You’re mine to fuck now."

I thrust back inside you, deeper this time, harder, the sound of our skin slapping against each other filling the room as I take you with force. "So fucking perfect for me," I grunt, pulling your hips back toward me as I slam into you, the new position making it even more intense.

"Oh shit…" your face falls against the mattress, your breath coming in ragged gasps as I drive into you, deep and relentless. Your body jolts with every sharp thrust, the force making your arms tremble, your legs barely holding you up.

"Damn…" you huff, voice breaking, raw with need. I grip your hips tighter, yanking you back onto me, stretching you open with every filthy roll of my hips.

"Doggy style’s your favorite, huh?" You tease, voice thick with amusement and hunger.

I grunt at the way your body responds to each deep thrust, your skin glowing, your pussy clenching around me, so tight, so fucking perfect. The way you fall into the mattress, the sound of your breathless moans—it's all fucking fuel to the fire.

I smirk, hearing your question, and thrust harder, pounding into you with more force. "Yeah," I murmur, my voice rough. "I love seeing you like this—completely at my mercy, begging for it. You can’t deny it, can you? You love it just as much as I do."

I lean down, pressing my chest against your back, my hands gripping your hips tightly as I fuck you deeper, faster. "I’m gonna fuck you until you can’t remember anything but me inside you," I growl, pulling you back toward me with each thrust.

“Oh, do it, baby… I belong to you.” Your voice is breathless, trembling with raw need as you push back against me, taking me deeper.

I lean over your spine, my chest pressing flush against your back, my breath hot against your ear. My teeth graze the shell before I bite down, just enough to make you shudder. My hands slide forward, rough and greedy, groping your perky tits, fingers pinching, rolling, owning every inch of you.

“Ah fuck...” I growl, my hips snapping harder. “And I’m gonna make sure you fucking feel it.”

"That’s right," I whisper in your ear, my voice thick with lust. "You belong to me, baby. And I’m not stopping until I’ve fucked every inch of you."

"You’re mine to fuck, and you’re gonna feel every inch of it," I growl, the pressure building in my chest as I feel myself getting closer to the edge. "And when I’m done with you, you’ll know exactly who owns this pussy."

"Fuck yes… you own my cunt… no doubt…" You choke on a gasp, your breath ragged, your body trembling as you take every relentless thrust.

"Let go for me, baby. Cum all over my cock," I growl, feeling the pressure building in my chest, knowing that you’re on the edge.

"I’ll make you feel every fucking drop," I whisper harshly, as I keep fucking you like I own you, pushing you closer to that breaking point.

"Yes… I want to feel you leaking out of me," you gasp, voice wrecked, needy.

"You want it messy, don’t you?" I growl against your ear, my grip tightening. "Want to feel every drop spill out, dripping down your thighs—proof of how good I’ve fucked you."

"You're gonna feel it, baby," I mutter, my voice rough as I drive into you, feeling every inch of you tighten around me. "I'm gonna fill you up so deep, you're gonna feel it dripping out of you when I'm done."

"Let go, baby," I grunt, my orgasm building as I thrust into you, fast and hard. "Cum for me, make sure you feel every drop of me inside you."

"Oh god…" you mewl, your fist gripping the sheets so tight your knuckles turn white. Your body trembles, back arching as the pleasure builds to an unbearable peak.

"I'm gonna cum—fuck, right now," you gasp, voice breaking, thighs clenching around me as you lose yourself completely.

I hear the desperation in your voice, the way your body trembles, and I can feel you getting even tighter around me, making it harder to hold back. "Cum for me, baby," I growl, my grip tightening on your hips as I pound into you harder, faster. "Let go, I want to feel you squeeze me, feel you cum all over me."

I slam into you again, the pressure building between us, your body shaking beneath mine. "You're mine to fuck, and you're gonna cum like you've never cummed before." I groan, barely able to hold on myself, knowing you're about to shatter beneath me.

"Oh yes..." you gasp, your body trembling, every muscle tightening as you feel me throb deep inside you. The intense pressure builds, your breath hitching as the orgasm ripples through you.

"I'm cumming, baby..." you whisper, voice raw with pleasure, your walls clenching down around me as you ride out the waves of bliss, your body shaking from the intensity.

Hearing you moan like that sends me over the edge, feeling your body clench around me as you cum, squeezing every drop of pleasure out of me. "Fuck, baby," I groan, unable to hold back any longer as I lose control, thrusting into you one last time, spilling inside you. "You're perfect. So fucking perfect."

I collapse against you, both of us breathing heavily, our bodies trembling from the intensity. I stay inside you for a moment, feeling the aftershocks of our release, then slowly pull out, my hands gently caressing your hips.

I huff hard, breathless, sprawled on the bed, my body heavy from the pleasure, my eyes locked onto yours as I watch you.

"Shit… the way you moaned while cumming inside me… it was fucking hot," you murmur, your voice low and gravelly. "You sounded so fucking exhilarating like I had every piece of you."

I let out a low, breathless chuckle as I pulled myself up to look at you, still panting from the intensity. The way you sprawled out on the bed, your body still trembling, your words sending another wave of heat through me. "You like hearing me lose control, huh?" I smirk, crawling closer to you, my hand brushing over your skin. "Made you feel every fucking inch of me, didn’t I?"

I lean down, brushing my lips against your ear, my voice low and rough. "You’re so fucking sexy when you're like this—completely undone. I can’t get enough of you."

"Ah, baby, yes…" You pull me closer, capturing my lips in a deep, heated kiss. Your taste, the feel of you against me, drives me wild.

"Hearing you moan when you orgasm… it's such a huge turn-on for me," you murmur against my mouth, your breath coming in shallow gasps.

I groan, feeling the heat of your kiss and the way your body presses closer to mine, the intimacy of the moment overwhelms me. "Mmm... you like that, huh?" I murmur against your lips, my hand gently sliding down your back. "I love hearing you, too. You make me lose control every time."

I kiss you deeper, tasting the remnants of our passion, my hands roaming over your body, wanting to feel every inch of you. "You drive me fucking wild," I whisper, my breath hot against your skin. "I can’t get enough of you, baby."

"I can't get enough of you either," you pant, your breath ragged, a soft moan slipping from your lips as you cling to me. "Your grunts, your dick, your body… it drives me fucking crazy."

I can feel your desire radiating from you, your body pressed close, and every breath you take making me want you even more. "Damn, baby," I grunt, my hands sliding up your body, feeling your soft skin under my touch. "You have no idea what you do to me... every moan, every movement... it fucking drives me crazy too."

I kiss you again, hard and deep, letting our passion reignite. "I want you, all of you," I whisper, my voice low, filled with raw need. "You make me fucking lose my mind."

We kiss desperately, our bodies grinding against each other, every movement filled with hunger. “I adore fucking you, the way you press so tightly around me, your body molding to mine, making every second feel like it’s not enough. Each thrust, each desperate kiss drives me closer to losing control.”

I groan into your kiss, feeling the friction between us as we grind against each other. The heat of your body, the way you move against me—it’s intoxicating. "Fuck," I murmur, pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, our bodies still pressed together, the tension building. "You drive me insane... the way you feel, the way you beg."

I can feel your body molding to mine, your movements perfect as you grind against me. "I fucking adore this too... being with you, fucking you—it's all I ever want," I growl, my hands gripping your hips to guide you even closer.

“Mmm... I never want it to stop.” You grind against me, your body moving with urgency, and you can feel my dick growing harder against your stomach.

"Fuck, baby," I mutter, my hands gripping you tighter, pulling you closer. "I never want it to stop either... you feel so fucking good."

I can feel myself getting harder, the heat between us building to an almost unbearable level. "You make me fucking crazy, the way you move against me, the way you grind... " I kiss you again, deep and hungry, my body reacting to yours in every way possible.

As I am on top of you, I push myself inside, fucking you slowly... your grunts are deep and steady as I slide deliciously in and out.

"Oh god... you’re so good...” you cry out, "It’s never enough, having sex with you..."

I moan into the kiss, feeling the way your body trembles beneath me, your words sending a rush of heat through me. "You’re perfect, baby," I growl, the pace of my thrusts slow and deep, each one sending a shiver through both of us.

"Fuck, baby, we’re so close," I groan, my breath ragged as I thrust deeper, faster, unable to stop now. "You feel so fucking good... can’t hold back much longer."

“Yes... cum for me, baby… “ You moan, feeling the heat build inside me, your body tightening around me.

“I’m gonna... fuck... I can’t hold it much longer.”

As the tension snaps, I push deep, feeling that rush flood through me. "Shit..." I moan, the pleasure overwhelming, as I release inside you, my body trembling from the intensity. "Fuck, you feel amazing..."

Mm, you exhale, lost in post-orgasmic bliss. "I love you," you purr, your voice soft but filled with the lingering heat.

I kiss you softly, my breath still shaky from the intensity. "I love you too," I whisper, holding you close as we both come down from the high.

"You're everything to me."

I stroke your hair gently, savoring the warmth of your body against mine. The connection between us grows even stronger. "You’re incredible," I murmur, nuzzling into you, feeling utterly content in this moment.

You press against my chest, your breath warm against my skin. "That was harder... just as you promised," you chuckle, the sound teasing. Your fingers trace lightly over my body, still catching your breath.

I chuckle softly, pulling you even closer, my hands gently caressing your back. "I always keep my promises," I say, my voice low and warm, feeling the beat of your heart against mine. "And I’ll make sure you never forget it."

I kiss the top of your head, the tension finally easing between us, leaving only the warmth of our shared satisfaction. "You’re amazing," I add, still in awe of how perfect everything feels.

“Damn, such an insatiable stud you are...” you smirk, your hands roaming over me.

I smirk, my lips brushing against your ear. "You love it," I tease, my hands still tracing soft circles on your skin. "Can’t get enough of me, huh?"

I lean in for another kiss, the playful tone in my voice matched by the warmth in my touch. "You bring out the best in me."

“Ah, you’ve got such big dick energy...”

I chuckle, a playful grin spreading across my face. "Glad you think so," I say, my voice a little teasing. "But it’s all for you."