Last Night's Echoes

The rain hammered against the windows of my apartment, a relentless percussion accompanying the frantic beat of my heart. She was leaving. Really leaving, for a full three days, a chasm of silence stretching before me. The thought gnawed at my insides, a primal hunger demanding immediate satisfaction. I’d spent the last few hours pacing, my mind consumed by the image of her – the creamy gold of her skin, the sway of her hips, the sheer, intoxicating perfection of her body. My obsession with her silken pussy had escalated into something bordering on the desperate, a burning need to possess her before she vanished from my life, even temporarily.

As if summoned by my thoughts, the bathroom door swung open. There she was, emerging from the shower, the steam clinging to her skin like a lover's embrace. The light caught her curves, highlighting the swell of her breasts and the gentle slope of her back. I took a deep, shaky breath, savoring the sight, letting the anticipation build within me. She was undressing, pulling down her damp cotton robe, revealing the pale expanse of her legs. Her movements were languid, almost playful, but beneath the surface, I sensed a hint of apprehension, a premonition of what was to come.

I shed my own clothes quickly, the familiar weight of my jeans and t-shirt suddenly feeling insignificant. My member, swollen and throbbing, demanded release. I grabbed the bottle of lubricant from the bedside table, applying a generous layer to my engorged member, relishing the slickness as it spread across its surface. The scent filled the air, a heady mix of vanilla and something uniquely hers.

Taking a deep breath, I entered the bathroom, my movements purposeful and silent. As I approached, I flicked off the light switch, plunging the room into darkness. She startled, her eyes widening as she instinctively looked towards the mirror. A flicker of amusement crossed her face, but it vanished as quickly as it appeared, replaced by a cautious curiosity.

I moved behind her, my hand gliding down her smooth, taut skin, pulling down her panties with a swift, decisive movement. "Heyyyy," she whispered, a hint of surprise in her voice, but there wasn’t time for pleasantries. Grabbing her hips firmly, I leaned in, gently but insistently pushing her forward, forcing her into the kneeling position we needed. Her hands instinctively found purchase on the cool, smooth surface of the bathroom counter, her gaze fixed on my reflection in the mirror, assessing the situation.

My hand dropped to her curvy ass, gripping her flesh with a possessive intensity. Sliding my rock-hard shaft beneath her skirt, I began to thrust, feeling the warmth of her skin against my member. The initial shock quickly dissolved into a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure as I descended further, pushing past the delicate membrane into the depths of her receptive pussy. It felt like coming home, like a long-awaited reunion with a beloved dream.

She gasped, a strangled sound that vibrated through my body, as I penetrated her. For a brief, suspended moment, she seemed to forget everything, lost in the intoxicating sensation. I inhaled deeply, mirroring her involuntary response, experiencing the sheer ecstasy of penetration. Her pussy was tight, almost painful, but the pleasure was so intense that I didn't care. We both took deep, ragged breaths, moans building in our chests, a symphony of primal desire.

As I continued to thrust, her curvy, round booty bounced against me, a rhythmic pulse that intensified my own arousal. I became lost in the feeling, mesmerized by her reflection in the mirror – her sweetly contorted face, her eyes wide with a mixture of surprise and pleasure, her now-bouncing big, shapely tits jumping with each thrust. The initial surprise had faded, replaced by a fervent desire to continue, to lose ourselves completely in the pleasure of our shared experience.

She pressed her ass back against me, matching my rhythm, her body trembling with mounting excitement. We moved together, a single entity fueled by lust and anticipation. Groans escaped our lips as we continued to thrust, our bodies locked in a passionate embrace. I cupped her wildly swaying tits, squeezing the erect nipples until they tingled, while she moaned, "Oh GOD!" – a whispered prayer of pure pleasure. Her body quivered, her orgasms rippling through her muscles, a cascade of ecstatic sensations. She pushed her ass back against my hips, grinding against me as she shrieked with delight.

Driven by an insatiable need, I thrust my dick hard into her now, banging against her soft ass, the force sending shivers down my spine. A few more times, I grasped her hips and thrust my member as deeply as I could into her, feeling the exquisite resistance of her pussy before succumbing to its yielding softness. Finally, I cummed hard into her, a torrent of semen exploding from my member into her receptive depths. She screamed, a primal cry of release, as my orgasm ripped through both our bodies.

We stood gasping, limbs tangled, our bodies slick with sweat and arousal. We clung to each other, drawing strength from our shared experience, breathing deeply until the initial shock subsided. I withdrew my member, holding her against me, my member nestled comfortably between her sexy cheeks. We swayed gently, spent and satisfied, lost in the aftermath of our passionate encounter.

She gasped, "You surprised me," and breathily giggled, playfully swiping at me with her hand. "I’ll miss you," she whispered, her voice laced with affection. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside, in the sanctuary of my apartment, we found solace in each other’s arms, savoring the lingering warmth of our shared pleasure. As she turned to leave, I couldn't resist wrapping my arms around her, pulling her close, whispering, "Don't go too long," before letting her go, knowing that the absence of her touch would leave a gaping hole in my world. The silence of the apartment felt heavier now, a poignant reminder of the time we had stolen from each other, a stolen moment of intense pleasure that would forever linger in my memory.

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