Bathroom Quickie
We were lost in the throes of passion, our bodies tangled in a dance of desire, as we started with clothes on. She was dressed so nicely, her petite frame begging to be ravished. Now, we’re in the bathroom, our clothes strewn across the floor, leaving us almost bare. She straddles me, her warmth pressing into me as we kissed deeply, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths with an unbridled hunger.
Her soft, plump ass was in my hands, and I couldn’t help but give it a firm squeeze, feeling her cheeks jiggle slightly. She let out a moan that was muffled by our kisses. Encouraged, I slid my fingers lower, teasing the edges of her panties before slipping them inside. Her pussy was already soaking wet, and I could feel her heat through the flimsy fabric. With a greedy groan, I pulled the fabric aside and delved into her wetness, her juices coating my fingertips as I played with her clit. She bucked her hips, urging me deeper.
Breaking the kiss, she leaned back slightly, her eyes locked on mine, full of lust. Her chest heaved with excitement, and I watched as she reached behind her, pulling her shirt over her head, revealing a black lace bra that barely contained her perky tits. She tossed it aside, and I wasted no time in taking one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking and teasing it until it was a hard, sensitive peak. She gasped, arching her back and pushing herself closer to me.
Her hand reached down to mine, guiding it to her clit, and she began to grind against my palm as I slid two fingers into her tight pussy. The walls of her cunt clenched around me, and she was so wet that I could feel my fingers slide in and out with ease. Her breath grew ragged, and she began to whisper filthy nothings into my ear, begging me to fuck her harder, faster.
“Take it all, baby,” she panted. “I want to feel you fill me up.”
I couldn’t resist the temptation any longer. With a growl of need, I wrapped my arms around her waist and lifted her slightly, aligning the head of my cock with her slick entrance. She was so tiny, so delicate, that I could feel every inch of her body tremble with anticipation. Her hand found my dick, guiding it to her wetness, and she slid herself down onto it, taking me in one agonizingly slow motion.
“Oh, fuck,” she gasped, her eyes rolling back in her head. “You’re so big.”
Her pussy was a tight, warm vice around me, and I could feel every ripple of pleasure as she adjusted to my size. I held onto her hips, giving her a moment to get used to the feeling of being stretched so wide, my cock buried deep inside her.
“You like that?” I groaned. “You want more?”
“Yes,” she whimpered, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. “Don’t stop.”
With a smirk, I began to thrust up into her, my hands squeezing her ass as she rode me. Each stroke brought her closer to climax, and she leaned forward, burying her face in my neck as she moaned incoherently.
“Tell me how much you want it,” I demanded, my voice gruff with desire.
“I want it all,” she whined. “I want you to make me cum.”
Her words spurred me on, and I picked up the pace, slamming into her with increasing force. She began to bounce on my cock, her breasts jiggling with each impact. Her tiny hands clutched at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as she sought purchase.
“Oh, God,” she moaned. “I’m going to cum.”
Her pussy tightened around me, and I felt the first spasms of her orgasm. I held onto her, feeling the waves of pleasure ripple through her body as she came. When she was done, she collapsed onto me, panting and trembling.
But I wasn’t done yet. I rolled us over so that she was on the back of the bathroom counter, her legs still wrapped around my waist, and I began to fuck her with renewed vigor. Her eyes were half-lidded with ecstasy, and she watched as I pounded into her, her pussy lips stretching around my shaft. She was so tight, so warm, so wet—it was like heaven.
“You’re going to make me cum again,” she whispered, her voice strained with pleasure. “Don’t stop.”
I leaned in to capture her mouth with mine, our tongues dueling as I drove into her. She tasted like sex and sweat, and I couldn’t get enough of her. My hands roamed her body, gripping her hips tightly, leaving bruises in my wake as I claimed her.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I groaned. “You’re going to make me cum so hard.”
Her legs tightened around me, and she began to meet my every thrust with her own, her body moving in perfect rhythm with mine. We were a symphony of lust, our bodies speaking a language of pure carnality. Her nails scraped down my back, and I felt her pussy clenching around me, her orgasm building.
“Fuck me,” she begged. “Make me scream.”
And so, I did. I picked up the pace, my cock pistoning into her with a ferocity that made the room spin. Her moans grew louder, filling the small space with the sweet sounds of pleasure. And when she finally came, it was like a dam bursting—a flood of sensation that washed over both of us.
Her pussy clamped down on me, her muscles spasming as she rode out her climax. I could feel her juices drenching my balls, and the sight of her coming apart in my arms was almost too much to bear. But I held on, my own orgasm approaching like a freight train.
“I’m gonna cum,” I grunted. “Where do you want it?”
“In me,” she gasped. “I want to feel you fill me up.”
With a roar, I let go, my cock erupting deep inside her. She bucked and writhed as I emptied myself into her, her pussy milking me for every drop. We stayed there for a moment, our breathing ragged, our hearts pounding in unison.
Finally, I pulled out, and she slid down my body, her legs shaking with the aftershocks of pleasure. We collapsed to the floor in a heap, our bodies sticky with sweat and cum. She curled into my arms, her head resting on my chest, and we stayed like that for a while, basking in the afterglow of our encounter.
