Fucking Cheryl Missionary Style

Cheryl wanted me to fuck her missionary style today. I went over to Cheryl's house, my heart thrumming with a mixture of anticipation and nerves. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows as I approached the familiar front door. As I raised my hand to knock, the door swung inward, and there she stood, a vision of unadulterated beauty, completely naked. Her skin glowed in the soft light, and her eyes sparkled with a playful intensity.

"Gary," she said, her voice a husky whisper, "today, I want you to fuck me missionary style."

My breath hitched. The directness of her request, the sheer audacity of it, sent a jolt of pure, unadulterated desire through me. "Sure!" I managed to croak out, my voice betraying the sudden dryness in my throat.

Cheryl's smile widened, and she turned, leading me into the house. I followed her, my gaze fixed on the graceful sway of her hips, the curve of her back. We moved through the living room, past the familiar furniture, and into her bedroom. The air in the room was thick with the scent of her perfume, a heady mix of floral and musk that sent my senses reeling.

She got on her back, her body a perfect canvas of curves and shadows. She opened her legs, her thighs parting to reveal the dark, inviting triangle between them. "I'm opened for pleasure," she said, her voice a low, seductive murmur, as she patted her cunt, her fingers tracing the delicate folds.

I stripped off my clothes, my movements deliberate, yet fueled by a growing urgency. I stood before her, naked and exposed, my body responding to her invitation. I climbed onto the bed, my weight sinking into the soft mattress. I leaned over her, my gaze fixed on her face, searching for any sign of hesitation, but finding only a look of pure, unadulterated desire.

I lowered myself onto her, my body aligning with hers. Her skin was warm and smooth beneath my touch. I positioned myself between her legs, and with a slow, deliberate movement, I guided my cock to her wet pussy.

"Oh, yes, Gary, I love your cock in my cunt," Cheryl moaned, her voice filled with a mixture of pleasure and anticipation. Her nails dug into my back, urging me closer.

My cock slid into her, and I felt her wetness envelop me. The sensation was electric, a jolt of pure sensation that shot through my body. I began to move, slowly at first, savoring the feel of her body against mine.

Cheryl wrapped her legs around me, her knees bent and raised in the air, her heels resting on the bed. "Fuck me, Gary! fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!" she repeated, her voice rising in intensity with each thrust.

I pounded her wet cunt, my rhythm increasing with her moans. Her "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" moans were sweet music to my ears, a symphony of pleasure that fueled my own desire. I lost myself in the moment, in the feel of her body, in the sound of her voice.

"I'm Gary's whore! I'm Gary's whore!" she sang, her voice filled with a raw, uninhibited passion. The words, though unexpected, only served to heighten the experience, to push me further into the depths of pleasure.

I pounded Cheryl's pussy for what felt like an eternity, each thrust a testament to my growing desire. After five minutes, I felt her body tremble, her muscles clenching and releasing. "GARYYYYY!" she yelled, her voice cracking with the intensity of her orgasm.

Her orgasm subsided, leaving her breathless and flushed. I felt my own body begin to tremble, the familiar signs of my own climax approaching. "I'm going to cum!" she ordered, her eyes flashing with determination.

"Cum in my cunt!" Cheryl ordered, her voice thick with emotion.

I obeyed, my movements becoming frantic, my body consumed by the need to release. I thrust into her one last time, and then I felt the explosion, the release, the overwhelming sensation of my orgasm filling Cheryl's cunt with cum.

I collapsed onto her, my body spent, my breath ragged. We lay there for a moment, intertwined, our bodies still humming with heat.

"I slowly pulled out," Cheryl said, her voice soft, "and we cuddled, our bodies still warm from the heat."

I nodded in agreement, feeling a sense of contentment and anticipation for the days to come.

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