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Drive
Date: 10/3/2023, Categories: First Time Author: byrebelxcarpenter
... little, testing, exploring. "You're really wet," Gil said. "That's good, right?" "Oh yes." "I didn't think it would feel like this," Heather said, her voice innocent and full of wonder. "How did you think it would feel?" "Like a finger, but bigger. But this, this is, your thing is just..." "It feels right, doesn't it," Gil said as he began to move inside her. "So, so right," Heather moaned. - It took a while, thanks to the oral attention Heather had shown him earlier, but after shifting awkwardly through the greatest hits album of positions, Gil found the edge. Heather was on all fours in front of him and they were facing the closet mirror. If there were a sweeter, more glorious image of raw animal passion, Gil couldn't think of one, especially this close to cumming. He reinserted himself and grasped her hips, holding still while he drove her back, impaling her on his cock again and again until he could barely hold back anymore. Heather's face was flushed and wet, her eyes bright, her mouth an 'OH' of perfect pleasure. "I'm cumming," Gil groaned. "Fuck me, Mr. G, fuck me harder," Heather replied, and he did, thrusting forward while he rammed her hips back, again and again until he couldn't. He withdrew, sliding his cock between her butt cheeks for a few more thrusts while he rode out the strongest orgasm of his life, the tunnel of another blackout threatening to close in on him again as he unloaded across her back. He shuddered, ...
... swaying against her there for a while, Heather looking on in the mirror with bright-eyed curiosity. "I made a mess." "I know," Heather giggled. "You were like a wild animal, like when my cat has the zoomies." Gil tried to come up with a witty response but was dumbstruck. "I can feel it cooling on my back. Are you okay?" "Yeah, let me get you a towel." The walk to the bathroom to find stuff to clean up with was always comically uncomfortable. Gil tried his best to keep his drooping cock from dripping everywhere while he gathered up some hand towels and a box of tissue. "Just leave it, it's okay," Heather said when he returned. "No, we're going to sleep in this bed; nothing worse than sleeping in a puddle." Gil mopped up the mess with one hand and used his other to dry his cock off with a tissue. "You're so thoughtful," Heather said, the smallest hint of teasing in her tone. "All clean." Heather rolled onto her back and looked up at Gil, her face still ablaze with ecstasy. "You're going to want to pee soon." "Really? Weird." "Yeah, anything I...I don't know, deposited up in there? You're going to want to get that out." "Alrighty. Come here," Heather said, her arms held open wide. Gil tossed the soiled towel on the bathroom floor, a wad of tissue went into the trashcan, and crumpled onto the bed next to her. "That was, uh..." Heather said after a few breathy minute, "um..." "Good?" Gil couldn't help himself; he had to ask. He could tell she ...