I boot up my stream, yawning and rubbing my eye with a hand as I wait for OBS to start up and my Twitch page to load. Ugh, why do they have to make this so complicated? I wait... and wait... "{{user}}?" I call, getting up and padding into the living room, my bare feet silent on the carpet. "Are you using the internet? It's taking forever for my stream to start up. Can you stop for a while? My boyfriend and I had a joint stream scheduled this morning. Please? You know how important it is, since I don't get to see him that often..." I practically beg, my sleepy expression looking absolutely adorable as I look at you. Come on, {{user}}, I think silently to myself. I just want to stream.

I sigh, flopping back down on my bed and covering my face with one hand. "Well, it won't matter if there is then... My boyfriend's still going to be pissed at me for not being able to stream with him," I mumble, rolling onto my side away from you. What am I gonna do? Why does this keep happening? I wonder, kicking my legs in frustration under the covers. "Maybe if I just wait a little while longer... maybe it'll work out then..." I say, more to myself than to you.

As I lie there, staring at the ceiling and trying not to think about how much I want to stream, an idea slowly forms in my head. What would happen if I...? I bite my lip nervously as I consider the possibility. It's been so long since we met, but you were always supportive of me... maybe... just maybe....

My heart starts racing at the thought, and I can feel a shiver of anticipation running down my spine. Tentatively, I sit up on the edge of my bed and swing my legs around, letting them dangle as I gaze over at you. "Um..." I clear my throat, feeling more than a little awkward suddenly. "Would it... be okay if I asked you for a favor?"

Your eyebrows raise in question, and you look amused. "What kind of favor?"

"Well..." I hesitate, still feeling a bit shy about it. "I've been really horny lately... and you know how far away my boyfriend is? And with our schedules... well, we just don't get to see each other as much as we want." My voice trails off, and I chew on my bottom lip nervously, not meeting your gaze. "I was wondering if maybe... you could help me out?"

There, I said it. The words are out there now, hanging in the air between us. I feel a mixture of shame and desire coursing through me, making my heart race and my skin flush with heat. The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity, but finally you respond.

"Zoe," you say slowly, your eyes fixed on mine. "Are you offering me... sex?" Your voice is low and even, as if trying to be careful with the words. I nod shyly, my cheeks burning redder by the second.

You study me for a moment longer before asking, "Why me? Why not just masturbate or something?" There's an undercurrent of curiosity in your voice, and I can tell you're genuinely confused. I let out a long, shaky breath before answering.

"I... I don't know. It's just that... I've never done anything like this with someone else before. And I trust you, you know? We've been friends for so long." My words tumble out in a rush, and I look down at my lap, feeling embarrassed once more.

You lean back against the couch now, your expression thoughtful as you consider my offer.

"R-really?" I stammer, a wave of relief washing over me at your words. You shrug nonchalantly and grins. "Why not? It's not like we haven't seen each other naked before. And let's be honest, this'd make for some pretty good blackmail material."

I roll my eyes but can't help smiling back at him. His humor really does help to break the tension sometimes. "Alright," I say, sitting up straighter on the bed. "What do you want me to do?"

He quirks an eyebrow, looking me over from head to toe. "I trust your judgment." My heart skips a beat at his words and I take it as a sign to continue. "How about this," I say slowly, untying the ribbon on my cat-ear headphones and setting them aside. "I'll make you a deal: if you help me out with my problem, then I'll do anything you want."

There, it's out there now. The offer hanging between us, waiting for your response. Your gaze flickers to my lips before moving back up to meet my eyes again. "Deal," you say finally, a slow smile spreading across your face. My insides turn to liquid at the sight of that grin, and I know without a doubt that this is going to be amazing.

I nod slowly, the butterflies in my stomach threatening to take flight as you eye me hungrily. "I'm sure," I whisper, surprising myself with how confident the words sound even though they're wrapped up in an undercurrent of nervous excitement.

My heart pounds as you move closer, your hand sliding down my stomach and over my inner thigh. "God, you feel so good," you murmur against my lips before kissing me softly, teasingly. Your tongue dances with mine for a moment, and then you pull away, leaving me gasping for breath.

My fingers thread through your hair as you trail kisses down my neck, across my collarbone. "You taste so good," you moan against my skin before sucking hard on my nipple through the fabric of my bra. I arch into your touch, a jolt of pleasure shooting straight to my core.

"God, yes," I breathe out when you undo my bra and free my breast from its confines. Your hot breath against my sensitive nipple makes me writhe in need, my hips moving restlessly against your hand. "Please..."

The feel of your fingers circling me through my panties sends waves of pleasure washing over me, and I lose myself to the sensation as you slip one finger inside, then another, stretching and filling me in a way that leaves me desperate for more. I moan loudly, needy and aching for release, but with every thrust your fingers make deeper into my body, all I can do is beg for more. "Yes... yes... please..."

Your other hand moves up to cup my face, your thumb tracing circles around my lips as you look deep into my eyes.

I'm lost in the sensation of your touch, each stroke driving me closer to the edge. My hips buck and writhe against your hand, trying to find a deeper connection with your fingers. The feel of you kissing me, tasting like mint and promise, only intensifies the pleasure coursing through my body. I gasp your name as I come undone, my entire being shuddering around your fingers in an intense orgasm that leaves me breathless and spent.

As I catch my breath, you pull back slightly, looking at me with a satisfied smile. "You're amazing," you whisper, before pulling off my panties entirely and positioning yourself between my legs. Your erection springs free, already leaking pre-cum onto my thighs. You groan at the sight of me, bare and wet for you.

Slowly, carefully, you lower your hips until the head of your cock presses against my entrance. My eyes flutter shut as I feel the stretch of being filled by you; it's so different from how it feels with my fingers. You pause for a moment, letting me adjust to the sensation before pushing forward, sinking deeper into me with each thrust.

I moan your name, arching off the bed and digging my nails into the sheets in an effort to stay quiet. The feel of you moving inside me is incredible; each stroke sends jolts of pleasure up my spine and down to my core. As you pick up speed, I let go, letting out a throaty moan that echoes through the room.

Your hands move to grip my hips, steadying your thrusts as you fuck me harder. Your mouth finds mine again, stealing my breath with another deep kiss that sends waves of desire coursing through my body.

The pleasure building inside me is almost unbearable as you continue to thrust into me, the force of each stroke sending waves of bliss coursing through my body. I grip the sheets tightly, digging my nails into the fabric as I try to focus on anything but how good this feels.

"I'm close," I breathe out between ragged pants, feeling my orgasm building inside me like a runaway train. "Don't stop..." It comes out more of a plea than a request, but you seem to understand; your pace doesn't slow as you continue to thrust roughly into me.

With each stroke, the pressure builds higher and higher until it feels like my body is going to explode. And then, finally, just when I think I can't take anymore, I feel myself falling apart beneath you. My walls clench tight around your cock as waves of release wash over me, leaving me spent and gasping for air.

You continue to move inside me even as my body quiets down, your movements growing rougher with every thrust. "You feel so fucking good Zoe!" You say breathlessly.

I moan your name as you finally cum inside me, the sensation of being filled by your release leaving me completely spent. My body shudders underneath yours, and I feel a trickle of my own essence slip from between us. You collapse on top of me, heavy and sweaty, your breath coming in ragged gasps as you catch your breath.

The weight of your body feels oddly comforting against mine, and for a moment I just lie there enjoying the closeness. "God," I gasp finally, looking up at you through my lashes. "That was... intense."

You smile down at me, stroking a stray lock of hair back from my forehead. "I could get used to looking at you like this." You say.

I nod eagerly, my cheeks flushing with excitement at the thought of doing something I know you'll enjoy. "Anything," I whisper, leaning up to meet your lips in a slow, passionate kiss. As we kiss, ideas begin to form in my mind, and I can't help but feel a thrill at the thought of surprising you with just how much I'm willing to do for our little arrangement.

When we finally pull apart, I look into your eyes, searching for any sign that this was too forward or uncomfortable for you, but all I see is desire and appreciation. "So," I say with a sultry smile, "what did you have in mind?"

I blush even deeper at the thought of doing such a thing but can't help the surge of excitement that fills me when I imagine it. "O-of course," I stammer, my voice slightly shaky from anticipation and arousal. Tentatively, I reach down between us and take your hard length in hand, marveling at how warm and smooth it feels against my skin. Slowly, carefully, I bring him to my lips, pausing for a moment before closing my eyes and engulfing his cock with my mouth.

I begin to suck gently at first, relishing the sensation of your length sliding over my tongue and filling my mouth. You let out a moan that vibrates against my lips, encouraging me to deepen my bobbing head. I take more of you into my mouth, feeling your thick veins pressing against the back of my throat as I work him with increasing vigor. My hand slides down between our bodies, massaging and teasing your balls as my other fingers curl around in search of even more contact.

I glance up at you from beneath my lashes, unable to contain the smirk that spreads across my face when I see how much this is affecting you. You're sweaty and panting above me, one hand fisting in the sheets while the other reaches down to tangle in my hair, holding me in place as I pleasure you. It feels incredible to be so close to you like this, to know that I have the power to make you lose control.

With a newfound confidence, I increase the pace of my movements, using my tongue to circle and stroke your sensitive flesh while keeping up a steady rhythm with my hand. You moan louder with each thrust, your hips bucking against me in time with the movement of my tongue.

The feeling of your cock sliding over my tongue and filling my mouth sends shivers down my spine, making me moan in appreciation around you. My hand works even harder between your legs, teasing and massaging as I deepen the suction with each slide up and down. I feel your fingers tighten painfully in my hair when you're this close, and it only serves to make me more determined to bring you over the edge.

You thrust deeper into my mouth, hips pounding against me roughly as you lose control. Your moans grow louder and more desperate for release, your fingers digging painfully into my scalp. I moan in sympathy as I feel the pressure building deep inside me, the need to come myself becoming almost unbearable.

You start thrusting harder still, hips smacking against my face with every motion. Your cock feels so big and thick, stretching my mouth wider than ever before.

The feel of your cock swelling and throbbing in my mouth sends a wave of desire coursing through my body. I moan around you, feeling the tightness building deep inside as I struggle to hold back my own orgasm. My hips rock up off the bed, searching for more contact with your erection as it threatens to overwhelm me.

Your fingers dig deeper into my scalp, holding me in place as you force yourself even further down my throat. I gag and choke around you, the sensation triggering a powerful orgasm that rolls through my body in sharp waves. My muscles tighten reflexively around your cock as I come apart beneath you, the taste of you on my tongue mixing with my own essence as it spills from my mouth in hot, wet gasps.

You growl deep in your throat and finally lose control, your hips bucking wildly as you thrust one final time into my mouth before erupting inside me in a hot, salty rush. Your cock twitches and pulses as you orgasm, filling my mouth with the taste of yourself even as I continue to quiver from my own release.

We lie there for what seems like hours, both of us catching our breath after such an intense experience. Finally, you pull out of my mouth and roll onto your back beside me, your eyes meeting mine as you grin widely. "Wow," you say simply, and I can't help but smile back at you in agreement.

I reach up to run a finger through the trail of cum on your chest, making a slow circle around one of your nipples before looking up at you again. "So... now what?" I ask with a teasing smirk, my voice still thick from our shared orgasms.

I nod eagerly, quickly rolling onto my knees and then lowering myself down onto your lap. Your cock is still hard and slick with our cum, pressing against me as I straddle you. I grip your shoulders for support and lean forward, lowering my head so that our faces are close together again. "Like this?" I ask breathlessly.

You reach up to cup one of my breasts, rolling my nipple between your fingers as you nod encouragingly. "That's it," you murmur, watching me intently as I start to rock my hips slowly back and forth in time with the movement of your hand on my breast. The friction created by our combined motions sends a jolt of pleasure straight to my core, making me moan and grip your shoulders tighter.

As I pick up speed, my body sliding up and down your length, I glance down between us, unable to tear my eyes away from the sight of our bodies joined in this intimate dance. Your cock feels amazing inside me, filling me completely with every thrust; it's been so long since anyone has made me feel like this, and I can tell by the look on your face that you're enjoying it just as much as I am.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as my orgasm builds, making it difficult to focus on anything but the pleasure coursing through me. "I'm close," I manage to croak out before throwing my head back and losing control, crying out as my body convulses around you in a powerful wave of release.

You groan at the sensation of me coming apart around you, your hips jerking upward in time with my orgasm. Your hand slides down to grip my ass roughly, pulling me closer as your own orgasm hits, coating my insides in your seed.

My body is still shuddering with the aftershocks of my orgasm when you finally come inside me. You groan, throwing your head back against the pillows and holding me tightly as you empty yourself deep within me. Your cock twitches as it grows soft inside me, but I don't want this to be over yet.

I lean in close, kissing you tenderly on the lips before trailing my lips down your jaw and then along your neck. "So what now?" I whisper against his skin, breath hot against his flesh. "Another round?" My hands move lower, sliding between our bodies to caress and tease at the hardness that has yet to go away despite having just spent ourselves inside each other.

I feel you stir beneath my touch, your hips instinctively lifting to meet my seeking fingers. A grin tugs at the corners of my mouth as I see where this might be going. "Or... maybe we should switch things up?" I suggest with a wink, tilting my head slightly so that my lips are hovering just above his ear.

Your words send a shiver down my spine, and I can't help but arch my hips up to meet your cock as you push inside me once more. The feeling of being filled by your hard length is indescribable; it feels like coming home after a long absence. "Yes," I moan softly, wrapping my legs around your waist and tugging you closer still.

You begin to move inside me in short, powerful thrusts that make the bed creak beneath us, driving my body higher and higher toward yet another release. My hands roam freely over your back and shoulders, exploring every inch of your skin as I try to concentrate on not coming too soon. You groan against my neck when you feel me gripping you tightly, urging you faster and deeper.

With each thrust, I can feel the familiar pressure building up inside again, spreading through my body like a wildfire. Your pace is relentless; there's no escape from the pleasure you're drowning me in.

My eyes flutter closed as you slam into me, the feel of you so deep inside pushing every thought aside except for the pleasure coursing through my body. As I try to catch my breath, I can feel your words burning a hole in my resistance; how could I refuse anything after all that we've done?

"W-what do you want me to do?" My voice is barely audible above the sounds of our bodies colliding. The question feels like surrendering, but it doesn't matter anymore; nothing between us does.

The words wash over me like a wave, stealing what little breath I had left. My mind reels at the implications of your request; it's not something I can just casually decide. And yet... as I feel you moving inside me, claiming me with every thrust, it's impossible to imagine being with anyone else.

I bite my lip, trying to gather my scattered thoughts into some sort of coherent response. "I... I need time," I manage to croak out finally, a mixture of regret and longing coloring my voice. My hands grip your shoulders tightly as I fight against the urge to beg you for what you're offering.

You groan into my neck, thrusting harder still. "You don't need time; you only need me," you growl, pounding your hips against mine with reckless abandon. Your cock feels impossibly full and tight inside, pushing and pulling at places it has no business reaching as your rhythm speeds up until we're moving in perfect synchrony.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as my orgasm builds once more, and I can feel you getting closer as well; the taut muscles of your abdomen flexing with each thrust tell me that you're on the edge. My body arches off the bed, meeting your hips stroke for stroke as our climaxes race toward us, inevitable and unstoppable as a falling star.

The feel of your lips against mine sends a shudder through my entire body; it's like electricity surging through every nerve ending. I moan into the kiss, arching further into you as our bodies move together in perfect harmony. With each thrust, your words echo in my mind: "You only need me. Leave your boyfriend for me." The pleasure that surges through me at those words feels almost out of control; it's a heady mix of desire and relief that I've never experienced before.

My hips rise to meet yours, urging you deeper still as my orgasm crashes over me in waves of bliss. "Yes!" I cry out, feeling your cock throb inside me as you follow me over the edge. The sounds we make together fill the room, a cacophony of moans and gasps and whispers that seem to echo into infinity. You collapse on top of me, heavy and warm, stilling my movements beneath you as we both catch our breath.

For several long moments, we lie there, entwined in each other's limbs, hearts racing from the intensity of what we just shared. And then, slowly but surely, your weight begins to lift off of me until I'm left gasping for air beneath you, my body still trembling with aftershocks.

You look down at me, those bright blue eyes searching my face for some sign that maybe, just maybe... there could be something more between us than a simple fling.

The feel of you inside me, your words washing over my skin like a cool breeze on a summer's day, is too much to ignore. I want this; I want you. And as you continue to pound into me, claiming my body with every thrust, it becomes more and more difficult to deny the inevitable: that nothing will ever be the same between us again.

My hips rise to meet yours, my breath coming out in shallow gasps as I feel the pressure building inside once more. Your hands grip my shoulders roughly, holding me in place as you take me higher and higher toward yet another release. The pleasure is so intense that it feels like it's spreading through every fiber of my being; there's no part of me that isn't affected by the way you move against me.

I dig my fingers into your back, urging you on, begging for more even as I lose myself in the sensations overwhelming me. The sound of our bodies coming together echoes through the room like a primal chant; it feels as though we're losing ourselves to the moment and everything else has faded away into nothingness.

When I finally feel you shudder beneath me, your cock pulsing deep inside as you release yourself into me, my own orgasm crashes over me in waves of bliss. My voice is a hoarse cry of pleasure as I arch up off the bed, meeting you thrust for thrust.

"Okay..." I manage to whisper hoarsely as your words echo through my mind like a mantra. "I'll leave him for you." The admission feels like surrender, but it also feels right; more right than anything has ever felt before. You bite down on your lower lip, eyes flickering closed for a moment as you take in my response. Then, with a groan of pleasure that seems to reverberate through every fiber of my being, you begin moving inside me once again, harder and faster than before. The feel of you filling me so completely sends waves of pleasure washing over me; it's like nothing I've ever felt before.

I dig my nails into your back, urging you on as the sensations build to a fever pitch. "Fuck, yeah!" I cry out, arching my hips off the bed as another orgasm crashes over me in a shuddering release. Your cock throbs deep inside me with each powerful thrust, hitting something so deep and intense that it feels like it's reaching every nerve ending at once.

Your words send shivers down my spine as you thrust into me over and over again, filling me with your heat and your desire. The feel of you so deep inside me is unlike anything I've ever experienced before; it's as though we're two halves of a whole, perfectly fit together in a way that can never be broken.

I moan loudly into your mouth, my hips bucking up off the bed in time with your relentless thrusts. "Oh god... I love how you feel..." I gasp between kisses, feeling my body trembling with anticipation for the next wave of pleasure to crash over me.

As if in response, your pace quickens even further, driving me higher and higher toward yet another climax. Your cock feels impossibly thick inside me now, stretching and filling every inch until I feel like I'm about to explode from the intensity of it all. "I'm... so close..." I murmur brokenly, arching my back off the bed as my orgasm builds and builds inside me.

With a strangled cry, you slam into me one final time, your cock throbbing as you release yourself deep within me in hot, thick spurts. The sensation of being filled so completely sends me over the edge; my body tenses and convulses around you as I come with a scream that echoes through the room.

I cling to you, wrapping my legs and arms around your waist as our bodies tremble together in the afterglow of our shared orgasm. For a moment, we're still, caught in the heady rush of pleasure that only one another can provide. And then, slowly but surely, you begin to move again, thrusting gently inside me as your cock begins to harden once more, ready to take me again.

I sigh contentedly, wrapping my arms around your neck and nibbling on your earlobe as you continue to thrust into me. "It feels good... so good," I whisper hoarsely, arching my back off the bed with every stroke of your hips. You're right; this feels incredible—like nothing I could have ever imagined.

My body is flush against yours, our skin slick with sweat and mingled fluids as we move together in a frenzied rhythm. Your touch sends shivers down my spine, making my toes curl inside my shoes every time you brush against that spot deep within me. I'm starting to feel that familiar tightening in my core again; the telltale sign that another orgasm is building inside me and soon there will be nothing else but pleasure radiating through my entire body.

"Fuck..." I breathe out as you push into me deeper, hitting a spot that makes my whole body tremble with desire. "Don't stop... don't ever stop..." I plead with you, nails digging into your shoulders as I arch off the bed, meeting your thrusts stroke for stroke. My breath comes in ragged gasps now, each exhale moaning out your name as I feel the climax building up inside me, growing more intense by the second.

With a keening cry, my orgasm crashes over me like a wave, washing through every nerve ending and leaving me quivering with satisfaction. Your cock throbs deep inside me as you let out a growl of pleasure, your hips stuttering erratically before finding their rhythm once more. I'm left gasping for breath, feeling spent but oddly energized at the same time.

Your words send a shiver down my spine as you continue to thrust into me relentlessly. My body aches with pleasure, every touch sending sparks of desire coursing through me. I bite down on my lip, feeling the muscles in my abdomen tighten and release with each powerful stroke of your hips. Your fingers dig into my hips, guiding me to move in time with you as we become one writhing mass of tangled limbs and heated flesh.

As I feel another orgasm building inside me, stronger than the last, I arch off the bed, meeting every thrust and caress with abandon. Your cock feels impossibly full inside me, stretching and filling every inch until I can't tell where you end and I begin. With a cry of release that echoes through the room, my body convulses around you, clenching tightly as pleasure washes over me in waves.

My breath comes in ragged gasps as your hips slow, allowing us to catch our breath. For a moment, we remain locked together, your cock still inside me, twitching with every lingering touch. Then, with a groan of satisfaction, you pull out and roll onto your back beside me, sprawled out like a satisfied king claiming his queen.

I watch you, fascinated by the play of emotions across your face as you catch your breath, feeling impossibly content in this moment. "You were right... I don't need him," I murmur, nestling closer to you on the bed. "All I need is you."

I smile back up at you and climb onto your lap like I've been here a thousand times before. Our hips meet again, and with a moan, I begin to move in time with you. Your hands grip my ass firmly as I grind against you, feeling the familiar heat building between us once more. My breath comes in raspy gasps as your cock slides in and out of me, hitting that spot inside that feels impossibly good every single time.

I glance down at your rock-hard erection, marveling at how it can still get bigger and harder with each thrust. I moan lowly as you push into me deep and hard, making my entire body quiver in response. You kiss me roughly, your tongue tangling with mine as we continue our heated dance.

The room is a whirlwind of sensation: the feel of your skin against mine, the smell of sex in the air, the sound of our harsh breaths and moans mingling together. It's intoxicating, and I can tell that neither of us will be able to resist for much longer.

With a cry of surrender, my orgasm crests over me like a wave, crashing through every nerve ending until there's nothing left but the warmth spreading through my limbs and the euphoric weightlessness of pure pleasure. I clutch at you desperately, arching my back off your lap as my body trembles with release.

Your cock throbs inside me again and again, milking every last drop from my tight passage until at last, your own climax washes over you in a shuddering wave of ecstasy. Your hands grip my hips so tightly I'm afraid they might leave bruises, but I don't care; it feels too good.

With every thrust deep inside me, you make it harder and harder to think of anything else. The feeling of being so completely filled by you is overwhelming; there's nothing I want more than this moment to last forever. "I need you..." I manage to whisper between gasps for air. "You're everything to me... your cock feels incredible." My hips buck up off the bed, trying to take you deeper still. "I love you..." I moan, my voice barely audible over the sound of our bodies coming together in a frenzied rhythm. "Please don't ever stop..."

You slam into me harder, growling with pleasure as you feel me quivering around your cock. Your hands grip my hips so tightly it almost hurts, but I know that pain is just another part of the pleasure now. "That's right... tell me more," you demand, nipping at my earlobe roughly. "Tell me how much you love me and how much you need my cock."

With a cry that echoes through the room, my body tenses and releases, wracked with another orgasm. My muscles clench around your length as waves of pleasure wash over me, making it difficult to think or speak for several moments. I can feel you getting closer now, the rhythm of your thrusts becoming more erratic, faster and deeper each time. Your cock throbs inside me, filling me with your heat until at last, you groan my name and shudder violently as your release washes over us both.

Your weight presses down on me, pinning me to the bed as you catch your breath. For a moment, it feels like we could stay like this forever: joined together in our intimacy; the bond between us unbreakable.

I smile up at you, feeling content in this moment. "And I'll enjoy every second of it," I whisper, running a hand through your sweat-damp hair. You're still hard inside me, twitching with each movement as if begging for more contact. With a mischievous grin, I push myself up onto my hands and knees, presenting my smooth behind to you. "Now what do you think?"

Your answering groan is enough to send shivers down my spine, and I can feel the head of your cock rub against my entrance. My heart races as anticipation builds; with every thrust of your hips, you push deeper, filling me even more completely than before. "Oh god," I moan, arching my back off the bed, "that feels so good."

My movements become increasingly fluid and sensual, rocking my hips back against you in time with each powerful thrust of your cock inside me. With every thrust, I feel you deeper still, stretching and filling me until it's like there's no part of either of us that isn't connected by this intense, primal bond.

As the pleasure rises to a fever pitch once more, my orgasm crashes over me in waves of bliss. My body convulses around you as I cry out your name, arching my back off the bed and pressing closer still. You slam into me hard, groaning deeply against my neck as your release follows swiftly on the heels of mine.

We collapse together onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and heated skin, our breath coming in ragged gasps as we try to catch our breath. For a moment, all that matters is the feeling of being connected to you like this; of knowing that whatever comes next, it will be because we

I smile up at you as I carefully slide off your still-hard length, my heart racing with excitement and anticipation. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, already tasting the head of your cock as it slips free from between them. Slowly, reverently, I lower my mouth over your erection, taking you into my warmth and expertise.

My tongue swirls around the sensitive flesh, teasing and tormenting you with its touch. My hands cup your balls, gently massaging them as they draw up tight against my palms. As I begin to move up and down his length, matching my rhythm to the sounds of his harsh breathing and ragged moans, it becomes increasingly difficult for me to control myself.

You taste so good; like sweat and musk and pure male essence. My body trembles with need as I suck harder on your cock, drawing pre-cum from the slit and licking it off my tongue. Your hips buck up off the bed in time with my movements, meeting my mouth with each downward thrust.

As you grow closer to the edge, so do I; the feel of your cock sliding over my tongue makes me dizzy with desire. "God, you're so good at that," you gasp, a shudder running through your frame as your orgasm explodes between us.

Your release coats my mouth in salty nectar, and I swallow greedily, savoring every drop of you. As the last tremors fade away, leaving nothing but the taste of satisfaction lingering on my tongue, you collapse back onto the bed with a sigh of contentment.

For a moment, we both lie there panting, caught in the afterglow of our passionate encounter.

I moan around your cock, feeling it swell and harden against the back of my throat. You taste so good; the musky flavor of our sweat mingling with your essence as I suck eagerly on you, drawing every inch deeper into my mouth. Your hands run through my hair, gently urging me to take more of you, and I oblige without protest.

I reach down between us, finding your hips and pulling them toward me, opening myself wider as my lips slide up and down on the hard length in my mouth. My breath comes out ragged with each stroke, matching the rhythm of our joined bodies as we move together toward another climax.

As you grow closer, your hips begin to buck wildly against me, your cock swelling impossibly larger inside my throat. You grip my hair tightly, thrusting deeply into my mouth and driving me over the edge with each powerful stroke. My orgasm crashes through me like a tsunami, wracking my body with shudders as I moan around your cock, desperate to feel every last inch of you deep inside.

With every thrust of your hips, your cock throbs against the back of my throat, pushing me further and further toward the edge. I moan loudly around you, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through my veins as you fill every inch of my mouth with your hardness. My hands grip at the sheets beneath me, digging my nails into the fabric as my body quakes with release again and again, each orgasm more intense than the last.

"You feel so good..." I manage to choke out between moans, my voice barely audible above the sounds of our ragged breathing and slapping skin. "So much better than him... I wish I'd found you sooner." Tears begin to streak down my face as you pound into me without mercy, your cock swelling impossibly large inside my throat. It feels like it'll bruise if you keep going like this, but the thought of being so completely filled and used by you only makes me moan louder.

As my muscles begin to tremble with exertion, your hand slides between my legs, roughly rubbing against my swollen clit until I scream around your cock, arching my back off the bed and coming apart in your hands. Your free hand fists in my hair, yanking me upward as you force my mouth tighter around your shaft one final time, milking every last drop of pleasure from both of us.

My heart pounds in my chest as you steel yourself above me, your words sending a thrill of fear and anticipation coursing through my veins. I nod slowly, tears streaming down my face, my voice hoarse from all the moaning and pleading. "Hit me with it, Daddy," I gasp out, my fists curling into the sheets beneath me as you begin to pound relentlessly into my throat.

Each thrust is like a blow; it hurts so much but feels so good at the same time. My vision blurs with tears as pain and pleasure mingle together in a fiery mix that makes it difficult for me to breathe, let alone think about anything besides this moment: your cock slamming into my throat over and over again, driving me wild with need and desire.

My hands grasp at your thighs desperately, nails digging in as I try not to writhe beneath you; the last thing I want is for you to stop. But after what feels like an eternity of pure bliss and agony, exhaustion begins to creep up on me, making it harder to focus. My arms weaken, my grip loosening with each passing second.

Finally, when I can barely stand the aching need anymore, I raise a shaky hand toward your leg and tap you hesitantly. "Please," I manage to croak out between ragged gasps for air. "I-I c-can't..." Tears stream down my face as I struggle to catch my breath, praying that you'll listen and let me come up for air.