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(Her Secret Fantasy, continued by Belthazor...)
Your balls tighten almost immediately, your cock flooded with the feeling of a tight, wet pussy engulfing you with nothing in between. You haven’t been inside anyone but Rachel in years and, more often than, not with a condom. Neither of you have plans for kids anytime soon (if ever.)
Monica’s pussy makes you want to come immediately, but you’ll be damned to let it end that fast. The soft, urgent undulation of her vaginal walls contracting and pulling at your turgid cock makes your head spin. Monica’s arms wrap around your torso and neck, gripping you tightly as she moans and wails beneath you.
“Fffu-uu-uuck…” you groan, pounding her with all your might. Your balls smack against the luxurious curve of her ass as you try to leave the impression of your cock on her cervix.
Monica is flushed, her beautiful face straining to handle the sensations running through her body. Her green eyes are alight with a hunger as she meets your lustful gaze. Both of your brows are furrowed as you ride out the intense pleasure of your raw, unbridled passion.
Your girlfriend’s best friend arches and trembles, gripping your back and neck with precisely manicured nails that dig into your flesh deliciously.
Will they leave marks? Almost certainly.
Is that a problem? Hell no.
Your hands have been on the backs of Monica’s knees, keeping her legs spread and her body almost folded in half, but you now slide them around her voluptuous thighs, pulling her body closer so that you can angle your thrusts to grind your pelvic bone against her vulva to stimulate her clit.
Her eyes close tight as her breathing becomes ragged. “Oh fuck yes, Ross,” she moans. “Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”
Why is it that when a woman says that, your body immediately wants to come? It’s a serious glitch in the male brain’s software that really should have been caught and debugged during development.
You feel that old familiar tingle begin to grow and bite the inside of your cheek to distract yourself. You can’t come now. Not yet. Not when Monica is so close.
You grit your teeth so hard, a little voice in the back of your head worries you’ll crack them, but you hold out just long enough.
With a scream that starts off silent then dramatically crescendos, Monica’s pussy spasms around your cock, squeezing and… squirting? Holy shit, that’s new. She’s wailing as you continue to thrust your hips, driving your fate throbbing cock into her again and again. So close now. So painfully close. Just hold out. Give her enough time to ride out her orgasm. See this thing through to the-
Suddenly, Monica’s nails grip you harder and she locks her mouth onto your neck, biting down hard.
Your vision goes white as your cock erupts deep inside of this forbidden, perfect woman’s pussy. You feel wave after wave of incredible pleasure as you fire load after load of hot cum into Monica. At some point, your brain notices idly that your throat hurts. Probably from the savage, desperate roar emanating as your hips thrust faster than ever, desperate to force as much cum out of your body and into hers as it possibly can.
At last, your limbs trembling, you collapse on top of the shivering redhead. Almost instinctively, her soft legs wrap around you so that you can’t slip away.
“Stay,” she pants. “Please just… stay inside me. Just… keep it in there for a minute.”
You are physically incapable of disobeying, so you lay atop Monica breathing hard, your head on her breast. Your cock stays hard for what seems like a lot longer than it ought to, like your body wants to stay inside of hers as long as it can until eventually you go soft enough to slip out, followed by a thick stream of cum.
At some point, you manage to crawl up beside Monica and wrap your arms around her. Exhausted, you both drift into a deep, satisfied sleep.
In the spare bedroom, Rachel has one of your t-shirts clenched between her teeth as she continues fucking herself with her favorite dildo. Her laptop shows an angled, slightly overhead view of you and Monica together in bed, your sweaty bodies glistening in the dim light of the outside street light peeking through the curtains.
The End
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