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Her eyes open wider as she brings me closer, circling the warm, moist entrance to her pussy with the head of my cock.
I feel my head tilting back, her smoothness against mine. The quivering of her tight hole as she gasps and slowly starts to work me inside of her.
I look down at her, not wanting to miss a second of this for the world.
I watch her face, every little micro-expression as she gives voice to her own pleasure and still some disbelief.
“Holy fuck, Brandon.” She whimpers. “You’re so… Ahhhh… Big,” she coos, tensing then relaxing.
Each inch getting deeper inside her makes us both flush with pleasure as she starts to shudder.
Her wetness becomes a warm stream and my cock is already twitching inside her as her love tunnel quivers over my hardness.
I’m more than eager to fill her with our babies, but my mind, my heart is wanting her to feel all the pleasure for as long as possible.
Ashlee’s face is flushed pink and there is some sweat on her brow, but she’s determined to take all of me and it isn’t long before we’re joined together, a perfect fit.
We really could be anywhere, and the attic loft. The tiny sofa bed. They all disappear once I’m balls deep inside her.
A puzzle that doesn’t need solving anymore because all the pieces fit so well.
Made for each other.
It’s not long before she’s bucking harder against my cock than she did against my mouth and tongue.
She’s taken to lovemaking like a duck to water, and she moves my hands to those magic hips of hers, ordering me to hold her tighter.
“Fuck me harder,” she moans, laying waste to my plans for a slow, easy first time.
She’s not made of glass and likes me all the way inside her. What’s more, she quickly discovers her own new pleasure centers once I’m right over her and she lifts her ankles over my shoulders.
“Ugh, fuck! Brandon…” she grunts, dragging her nails across my back and making me growl as I pump into her, twisting my hips to feel every part of her inside and out.
As I predicted, the couch-bed starts to creak and groan, and in a single movement, I move her body, shifting my weight off the couch but she has a better idea.
“Fuck me from behind Brandon, like an animal.” She gasps, making my lip curl.
I’d never have picked Ashlee for a dirty talker, but I like it.
I like it a lot, as long as I’m the only one she talks like this too, she can swear like a pirate for all I care.
Her idea is perfect, like her ass.
I have the best view of her hips, which I grip firmly, and the small of her back runs down to her heart shaped ass which is already rippling.
Her whole body is shaking so much as she tries her best to steady herself on all fours in front of me.
Having slipped out of her, she pouts at me in the mirror on her wall facing us both, then turning her head she growls like a wild cat, telling me to fill her again. To fuck her from behind so she can come on my cock.
I don’t need any encouragement, and after what I think is about as much as either of us can take, she loosens her grip on her bedsheets, reaching her arms out behind herself so I can grab her wrists.
I grip her hard, pumping her even harder in time with every backward thrust of her soft ass against my rock hard torso.
Her eyes close but then open wider again with every thrust on her most powerful pleasure center.
Our eyes lock, and I know she’s close not just from the sounds she makes, but her whole body starts to tense in time with her pussy quivering on my cock.
I can feel my own climax rise and then explode, filling her entirely with all of my length one more time, she lets out a powerful moan that matches mine.
Our shared climax sends both of us into jerking spasms of ecstasy, her eyes on mine the whole time as we both feel me filling her with more than just passion.
She’s trying to speak, but only low moans and shivering gasps can pass her lips until her climax starts to subside.
I cradle her from behind, pulling her soft blanket from her sofa bed down onto the floor and making a nest for us both. I play big spoon.
Keeping myself inside her as she snuggles her back up against me.
I stroke her hair back from her face, tasting her exertion, kissing the saltiness from her neck.
“I love you, Ashlee,” I hear myself tell her.
It only sounds like someone else because I’ve never actually told anyone I love them because I’ve never had anyone to love.
Her breath catches, and she clenches her insides as well as reaches her hands back for me.
