"HAAAH—it’s comiiinng!!!" Cindy’s voice broke finally, her restraint shattering as her body surrendered to the crescendo of pleasure. Her hips bucked wildly, and then it happened—a rush of warmth, a gush of her release that coated my lips, my chin, my face. She didn’t just cum; she squirted, her fluids coming to the intensity of her climax. Her eyes glazed over, her mouth open in a silent scream of bliss, and for a mont, she was lost to the world, consud by the waves crashing through her.
I stayed still, letting her release wash over , savoring the intimacy of the mont. Her fluids were warm, sweet, a gift I accepted without hesitation. When the torrent subsided, her hips collapsed back onto the sofa, her body trembling with aftershocks. Her pussy, still glistening, leaked a final trickle of her essence, pooling on the red leather beneath her, staining it with the evidence of her pleasure.
I lifted my gaze to et hers, my lips curling into a satisfied smile. Her chest heaved, her breaths coming in shallow pants, and her eyes, still heavy with bliss, held a mix of awe and vulnerability. I licked my lips, tasting her again.
"Did it feel good?" I asked her, as I searched her face for the answer I already knew.
"Haa...Haah...yess..." She nodded, her voice barely audible and breathless. Her cheeks were flushed, her lips parted, and the sight of her so undone sent a fresh wave of heat through .
I smiled, unable to resist the pull of her. I leaned forward, my lips brushing against her still-sensitive core, and lapped gently at the lingering traces of her fluids.
"HAAhhh!" Cindy cried out her foot tapping against my back as my tongue grazed her swollen labia. Her body arched, caught between overstimulation and craving more, and the expression on her face—eyes wide, lips trembling—was too much to bear. It was a look of pure, unguarded pleasure, and it shattered the last of my restraint.
I stood, my hands moving to my belt. The tal clinked as I unbuckled it, the sound sharp in the quiet room. I lowered my pants, letting them fall to the floor, and my cock sprang free, hard and throbbing, aching for her. Cindy’s half-glazed eyes widened, a soft gulp escaping her throat as she took in the sight of , standing proudly before her. Her reaction—part awe, part nervousness—only fueled my desire.
I stepped closer, one hand resting on the backrest of the sofa for balance, the other stroking my length, feeling the heat and weight of my arousal. Her eyes followed my movents, her breath hitching, and I could see the anticipation building in her, mirrored by the way her hands gripped the leather, bracing herself.
"I’m going in, Cindy," I said, my voice rough with need but laced with a tenderness I couldn’t hide.
She nodded, her legs spreading wider, inviting in. Her pussy glistened, slick with her arousal, and I positioned myself at her entrance, using my hand to guide my cock. I rubbed the tip against her, coating myself in her warmth, teasing her sensitive folds. The sensation was electric, her slickness making every movent smooth and tantalizing.
"Hmm~~" Cindy bit her lip, stifling a moan as my hot tip scraped against her entrance, her body trembling with the promise of what was to co. Her hands tightened on the sofa, her knuckles whitening.
Slowly, I pushed forward, my cock parting her folds, stretching her tight, warm pussy. The sensation was exquisite, her inner walls yielding to , enveloping in heat and softness.
"Haaahh!" Cindy’s moan was loud, unrestrained, as I entered her. One of her hands flew to my shoulder, her nails digging into my skin as I pushed deeper, spreading her inner walls to accommodate . "Ohhh! R...Ryaaan~so biig~~haaan!" She let out, her body trembling as she adjusted to my size.
I paused when I was deep enough, not wanting to overwhelm her. Her pussy clenched around , a perfect fit, and I took a mont to savor the connection, the way we were joined so intimately. I looked into her eyes, seeing the mix of vulnerability and desire there, and leaned down to kiss her forehead, a silent reassurance that I was with her, that this was about us.
"You okay?" I asked, my lips brushing against her skin.
She nodded, her breath shaky but eager. "Y...Yes... keep going..."
I began to move, pulling back slightly before thrusting forward, each motion smooth and controlled.
"Haaan! Yess~Haaa~hmnnn—ohhh god...haaan!"
Her moans filled the room, soft at first, then growing louder, more desperate, as I found a rhythm. The sofa creaked beneath us, the red leather cool against my knees, contrasting the heat of her body. Cindy’s legs, spread wide, trembled with each thrust, her hips rising to et , chasing the pleasure.
I leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss, deep and hungry. Our tongues tangled, her moans muffled against my mouth as I continued to thrust, each movent driving us closer. Her hands road my back, nails scraping lightly, urging on. The kiss was a lifeline, a way to pour everything I felt into her—the desire, the adoration, the need to make her feel cherished.
Breaking the kiss, I trailed my lips along her jaw, down her neck, nipping gently at the sensitive skin. Her moans grew higher, more frantic, as I increased my pace, my cock sliding in and out of her slick heat. The sound of our bodies eting, the wet, rhythmic slap, mingled with her cries, creating a beautiful sound echoing around.
"Cindy," I groaned, my voice filled with pleasure. "You feel so good..."
"Haaan~yess..."
She responded with a whimper, her hips bucking against , her body begging for more. I wanted to give her everything, to push her to the edge again. With a gentle but firm grip, I guided her to lie back fully on the sofa, her body sinking into the leather. I knelt on the cushion, the surface giving slightly under my weight, and lifted her legs, draping them over my shoulders. The new angle opened her completely, allowing to thrust deeper, and the sofa shuddered beneath us with each movent.
"HAAH! Ryan!" Cindy’s cry was sharp, her hands grasping at the leather as I pounded into her, the intensity building. Her pussy clenched around , her walls fluttering with each thrust, and I could feel her climbing toward another release. Her breasts, still hidden beneath her yellow bra, bounced slightly with each movent, drawing my attention.
Strange enough, I’d never seen her bare breasts before, despite the tis we had sex together. The thought sent a fresh wave of desire through , and I slowed my thrusts, wanting to savor this mont. "Cindy, I want to see all of you."
Her eyes widened, a flush creeping up her neck, but she didn’t protest. I reached for her bra, my fingers brushing against the soft fabric, and slowly lifted it, revealing her breasts for the first ti. They were perfect—full and compact, not too big, just right for her youthful fra. Her nipples were pink and hardened, begging for attention, and the sight of her so exposed, so vulnerable, made my breath catch.
"They’re beautiful," I said, my voice filled with awe. I leaned down, my lips brushing against one nipple, then the other, tasting the salt of her skin. I flicked my tongue over the sensitive bud, drawing a sharp gasp from her, then sucked gently, rolling it between my lips.
"Hmm! R..Ryan!" Cindy’s moan was laced with embarrassnt, her hands flying to cover her face, but the way her hips bucked against told she loved it. I continued to thrust, my cock driving into her pussy with steady, deep strokes, while my mouth worshipped her breasts, kissing and licking, savoring every inch of her.
The combination was intoxicating—her tight, wet heat around , the softness of her breasts against my lips, the sound of her moans growing louder, more desperate. I could feel her nearing the edge again over a couple of minutes, her body trembling, her breaths coming in short, frantic gasps.
"Ryan... I’m... I’m gonna...Haaa—AAAAHHH!" Her words dissolved into a cry as her pussy clenched around , her second climax crashing over her. Her legs tightened on my shoulders, her back arching off the sofa, and I felt the rush of her release, her fluids coating , making each thrust slicker, hotter.
I didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. I thrust through her orgasm, prolonging her pleasure, my own release building. Her breasts bounced with each movent, her nipples still glistening from my kisses, and the sight pushed closer to the edge.
"Cindy," I groaned, my voice trembling. "I’m close..."
She reached for , her hands pulling down for a kiss, her lips soft and desperate against mine. The connection was too much, and with a final, deep thrust, I ca, my release spilling inside her, filling her with warmth.
"Oh fuck..." My body shuddered, my breath ragged, as waves of pleasure crashed over .
We stayed like that for a mont, locked together, our breaths mingling, our bodies still joined. Slowly, I lowered her legs, easing them down to the sofa, and collapsed beside her, pulling her into my arms. Her skin was warm, her body soft against mine, and I pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, my heart swelling with sothing deeper than desire.
"As...always, you’re amazing," I whispered to her.
She buried her face in my chest, a shy smile playing on her lips. "You... you make feel so much..." She said.
I held her closer, the red leather cool beneath us, the room quiet except for the sound of our slowing breaths.
We might as well relax a little before joining the others because once at Atlantic City, things won’t be easy.
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