Midnight Nipple Rush

The digital clock glowed a sickly green, casting an eerie light across the room. Two AM. The air hung thick with the lingering scent of arousal, a primal reminder of the fiery encounter that had just concluded. I lay tangled in the sheets, my silk short nighty clinging to my skin, a damp testament to the pleasure that had overwhelmed me. My pussy, still heavy with the remnants of his seed, pulsed with a low, insistent throb. Rick was already on his knees beside the bed, his hands moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm against my backside. It wasn't rough, not yet, but the anticipation was electric, a tingling heat that spread through my entire body.

As his hands continued their slow ascent, tracing the curve of my spine, I nuzzled closer to him, seeking the warmth of his touch. The back of his hand found my neck, and he began to kiss, a slow, possessive exploration. The pressure built, and my legs involuntarily spread, a reflexive response to the mounting desire. The slow drip, drip, drip of my pussy against the sheets was a small, exquisite pleasure, a prelude to the storm that was to come.

Our passion ignited with a passionate French kiss, a desperate, frantic exchange of breath and moans. His hands moved with increasing urgency, squeezing my breasts before descending to the opening of my pussy. The sensation was exquisite, a perfect balance of pleasure and pain. He inserted his finger deep within me, and a sigh escaped my lips as the pressure intensified, sending shivers down my spine. The rhythm quickened, and I began to moan, lost in the intoxicating depths of our shared pleasure. He increased the pressure, fingers digging deeper, and I responded with a primal scream, my hips moving on their own accord, driven by the escalating heat.

“OMG, baby, lick my pussy! Don’t stop,” I urged, my voice a breathless whisper. “Make me cum, baby! Please eat me!!!” My body was writhing, a living testament to the pleasure he was inflicting upon me. The rhythm of my breathing grew ragged, my muscles tense and aching. The heat intensified, building to a fever pitch, and I felt the first, thrilling wave of orgasm approaching.

As he pulled back, his eyes burning with lust, he commanded, "Pull apart your pussy lips for me." I obeyed, opening my mouth wide, my tongue lolling out in anticipation. He took his time, licking with meticulous care, his tongue tracing the sensitive curves of my labia. The pleasure was exquisite, a slow burn that intensified with each passing moment.

“OMG, baby, lick my pussy! Don’t stop,” I begged, my voice strained. “Make me cum, baby! Please eat me!!!” My legs began to shake uncontrollably, my body convulsing with the approaching climax. The air crackled with electricity as I let out a piercing shriek, "I am cummmming, baby!" A torrent of warm, thick fluid erupted from my pussy, showering him in a deluge of pleasure. He devoured it with abandon, his eyes closed in ecstatic abandon, his body trembling with the sheer force of the release.

“Please fuck me, baby,” I cried out, my voice hoarse. “Guck this pussy. Take it, fuck your wife like a slut.” He rose to his feet, pulling me towards the edge of the bed, my weight dangling precariously over the side. His hands gripped my ankles, forcing my legs apart, exposing my vulnerable pussy to his hungry gaze.

“Fuck me, baby. Guck this pussy. Take it, fuck your wife like a slut,” I screamed, my voice raw with desire. "You are my slut, and I will let you have it."

He began pounding his cock into my pussy, a relentless assault of pleasure and pain. The bed groaned under the force of our movements, the headboard slamming against the wall in a deafening roar. My eyes rolled back in my head as I cried out, lost in the depths of my orgasm, my body completely consumed by the sensation. A second wave of pleasure washed over me, and I squirted again, a fresh wave of warm fluid covering his face.

“Please give me your cum,” I begged, my voice barely audible. “I need it. Cum in my pussy. Fill your wife up, baby. Cum in me, please, daddy. It’s your pussy, daddy; take it. Fuck me hard—fuck your slut.” I babbled incoherently, lost in the throes of my pleasure, my body a writhing mass of flesh and desire.

His cock pulsed with heat as he said, "I’m gonna cum, baby. I’m gonna get you pregnant." The thought sent shivers down my spine, a perverse pleasure that mixed with the intense arousal.

“Yes, baby, breed me. Get my pussy pregnant,” I shrieked, my voice filled with a strange mix of pleasure and anticipation.

He rammed his cock deep into my pussy one last time, a final, earth-shattering blow. The pleasure was overwhelming, a volcanic eruption of sensation that left me gasping for air. Spurt after spurt, wave after wave of warm fluid poured out of me as he grunted with satisfaction, "Yes baby, take that cum in your pussy. Feel me get you pregnant."

After we were done, he crawled back into bed beside me, his body slick with my seed. I lay there, spent but satisfied, my pussy throbbing with the lingering pleasure, dripping with his hot, young cum.

He kissed me softly, a tender expression of love and admiration. “I love you, gorgeous,” he whispered, his breath warm against my skin.

“I love you, too, daddy,” I replied, my voice a low, contented murmur.

He then asked me, "Who's cum is in your pussy?"

“Your cum, sir, is in my pussy. You fuck me so good.”

“Good girl,” he told me, his eyes twinkling with amusement. We kissed again, a slow, lingering embrace, and then drifted off to sleep, lost in the blissful aftermath of our passionate encounter, my pussy full, my body aching, and my soul utterly satisfied. The green glow of the digital clock faded into darkness, leaving us alone in the quiet intimacy of our bed, wrapped in the shared warmth of our love.

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