Jayden Cole

I leaned over and kissed her on the lips, lightly, once and then again. Her perfume was light and a little spicy. I’d have to find out what it was and buy a bottle – I liked it. Her mouth tasted of muscat. I kissed her again and she put her arms around my neck, pulling me close. I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her even closer as our tongues and lips began exchanging information of a carnal nature.

Jill pressed her belly against me and I enjoyed the sensation of her warm soft flesh against my hard cock. She apparently enjoyed the contact too because she moaned into my mouth.

Jill forcefully pushed me over on my back, swung a leg over my waist, gripped my cock in one hand, aimed it at her pussy, fitted the head to the opening, and wriggled her way down until our groins met.

She groaned the whole way down – it was almost spooky. The sound was part growl, part moan, and all need. Her eyes were tightly shut; her face a mask of concentration. When she had all of me inside, she looked down. Her hands went to my chest as she leaned forward. Then she began to move her hips. Up and down; slowly at first savoring every inch of contact, trying to make it last. But she couldn’t help herself. Her hips had a mind of their own and they decided to push the pace. Soon she was bouncing up and down on my dick at a fairly rapid rate.

I could feel her juices trickling down across my balls on every down stroke and hear the sluicing sounds of slick flesh coupling and decoupling. Her strokes were getting shorter and her breath was a series of arrhythmic gasps until, with a cry, she plunged down and held me deep inside.

“Here … it … COMES! Take it! Take it! Take it” I cried as my throbbing cock released a torrent of semen into her waiting pussy. Fireworks went off in my head as she milked me with her (obviously) well trained pussy muscles.