Sticky Sunday Secrets

The Sunday sun beat down on the porch swing as I drifted back to sleep after a particularly intense afternoon with Greg. The sticky residue of our previous encounter clung to me, a pleasant reminder of the heat and passion that had consumed us. When I finally roused myself, the scent of freshly cut grass drifted in from the garden, signaling Greg's early start. He was a creature of habit, this one, always out there tilling the soil before the heat of the day truly set in. I decided to indulge in a little self-pleasure while he was occupied, knowing it would add a layer of anticipation when he returned.

I slipped into the bathroom, the cool tile a welcome contrast to the lingering warmth on my skin. The shower was already off, leaving the air humid and scented with his lingering musk. As I settled onto the vanity bench, he emerged, a towel draped around his waist, his tight buns flexing subtly as he rubbed the water from his skin. There it was, the telltale bulge beneath the fabric, a silent invitation.

“What’s up?” I asked, a playful smirk playing on my lips. “You look like you’re itching for a little action.”

Without a word, he reached out and brought his cock toward my mouth. It was a bold move, a direct challenge to my inhibitions. I didn't hesitate. "Blow it," he commanded, his voice low and husky. With two quick, decisive bobs of my head, he unleashed a torrent of semen into my waiting mouth. The taste was potent, a primal cocktail of pleasure and desire.

I rose to my feet, my body buzzing with the lingering energy. “That was surprisingly efficient,” I chirped, my voice breathless. “You must have been thoroughly aroused.”

“Indeed,” he replied, a hint of smugness in his tone. “I’ve been working up a sweat in the shower, reaching my peak moments, and I thought it would be best to deliver the goods fresh. A little impromptu offering, if you will.”

I returned to his cock, licking away the last vestiges of the fluid, then letting my panty fall to the floor as I plunged into the shower. The water cascaded over me, washing away any lingering inhibitions, leaving me feeling raw and exposed. I dried off, stretching out on the still-damp bed, my legs splayed wide, my pink insides fully on display. It would take time for Greg to build up the heat again, so I grabbed my favorite dual-action vibrator, a sleek, black device designed for maximum pleasure.

The cool metal pressed against my wet flesh as I inserted the bottom section into my anus. The vibrations began, a gentle hum that quickly escalated into a frenzied assault on my senses. The top arm explored my pussy, while the bottom throbbed deep within, creating a symphony of sensations. I lost myself in the rhythm, letting the waves of pleasure wash over me, edging closer and closer to the brink. But I knew, deep down, that this was merely a prelude. Greg’s arrival would bring a whole new level of intensity.

Just as I was reaching the height of my pleasure, the shower door swung open, revealing Greg in shorts and a t-shirt, a look of anticipation in his eyes. He’d been busy tending to the garden, but the scent of my arousal had clearly caught his attention. “Let’s get down to business,” he said, his voice a low growl.

He dropped to his knees, his erection filling the space between my legs, a monument to his arousal. The touch was electrifying, sending shivers down my spine. "Let me taste you," he murmured, his lips brushing against my skin.

"Yeah, stick it in now! Please!" I screamed, unable to contain the overwhelming desire that surged through me.

Greg obliged, diving between my legs and sucking out the wetness, his hands pinning my legs backward. The sensation was intense, almost painful, yet utterly irresistible. As he plunged deeper, words of lust and domination tumbled from his lips, each one a further invitation to abandon myself to the moment.

“Fuck Me! Fuck my puss! Fuck it hard! I want to drown in your semen! Let your cock slide on my clit!” I cried out, losing all sense of control.

He took my commands, pushing past my boundaries, forcing his way deeper into my body. Then, as I reached my peak, he let go, releasing a torrent of semen that flooded my insides. The heat was unbearable, a delicious agony that left me gasping for air.

As we shifted positions, he uttered, “Now you’re going to fuck my cock, my horny bitch!” A challenge, a provocation, a promise of even greater pleasure.

I came up over him, guiding his cock back inside me, taking control once more. The rhythm shifted, becoming more frantic, more demanding. I bobbed on his cock, feeling the vibrations intensify as he continued to mount me. Occasionally, he would slip out, but I quickly reinserted it, maintaining the relentless pace. Time seemed to lose all meaning as we plunged deeper into the depths of our shared desire.

Finally, I shifted forward, leaning into him, and he grabbed onto my hips, lifting his bum to hump upward into me. His growls filled the room, a primal symphony of lust and domination. The heat was overwhelming, my body convulsing in waves of pleasure.

As the climax approached, warm liquid began to flow freely over my pussy. Greg was cumming, and the sheer volume of his release was staggering. I dropped off him and flopped backward onto the mattress, letting his flow roll off my pussy, onto my ass opening, and down my inner thighs. I rubbed it all over me, licking it from my fingers, savoring every last drop of pleasure.

When he finally finished, he pulled me close, his body pressing against mine, his breathing ragged. "Let's do this again," he whispered, his voice thick with desire. As we intertwined, I knew this was just the beginning of a long, passionate affair. The Sunday storm had passed, but the heat and desire lingered, promising countless more nights of pleasure and abandon.

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