The Love That Wasn't Meant to Be?
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Adult
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Chapter 2
I lay down on top of her, with my bare chest laying on her tank top and kissed her, longer this time. Her tits were extremely firm and her hips were quivering with anticipation. She wanted me badly even though she knew that I couldn't go that far, without protection and a girlfriend waiting for me to call her later. I couldn't help but rub my body against her. My thick cock rubbed her from inside my jeans. Her breath became raspy, and soon she began to move along with me. After awhile, I leaned down and kissed her again. She surprised me by moving me onto by back and then strattling me.
She began rubbing herself into me obviously trying to cum. I helped her by moving along with her, she whispered my name so many times and I responded to her, comforting her and talking dirty to her. I grabbed her ass and moved her along to help her which she and I both enjoyed. At last she stopped and dropped her head onto my bare chest heaving.
"Max..." she whispered, "Did you cum?" I smiled at the fact that I knew she had cum and cared enough to ask me.
"No," I told her. I really wanted to tell her what I truly desired. Smiling she got back on top of me and rode me again, this time she removed her shirt, reveling her lingerie purple and black bra. I was excited, picturing us naked and actually having sex. At last she grew tired and lowered down to me again.
"Anything?" she asked. I was proud of her, because I realized she was going to make me cum no matter what. She wanted me to enjoy this moment as well. I mean, it was my birthday party after all.
"No," I told her, ready to tell her what to do, "But I think we should try something else..." I hinted. She smiled, happy that I was starting to feel dominant and taking control.
"Like what?" she asked anxiously.
"Well," I started a little embarrassed, "Have you ever given a blowjob?"
She began rubbing herself into me obviously trying to cum. I helped her by moving along with her, she whispered my name so many times and I responded to her, comforting her and talking dirty to her. I grabbed her ass and moved her along to help her which she and I both enjoyed. At last she stopped and dropped her head onto my bare chest heaving.
"Max..." she whispered, "Did you cum?" I smiled at the fact that I knew she had cum and cared enough to ask me.
"No," I told her. I really wanted to tell her what I truly desired. Smiling she got back on top of me and rode me again, this time she removed her shirt, reveling her lingerie purple and black bra. I was excited, picturing us naked and actually having sex. At last she grew tired and lowered down to me again.
"Anything?" she asked. I was proud of her, because I realized she was going to make me cum no matter what. She wanted me to enjoy this moment as well. I mean, it was my birthday party after all.
"No," I told her, ready to tell her what to do, "But I think we should try something else..." I hinted. She smiled, happy that I was starting to feel dominant and taking control.
"Like what?" she asked anxiously.
"Well," I started a little embarrassed, "Have you ever given a blowjob?"