Wet Dreams & Coconut Oil (L/A)

The rain hammered against the windows of the secluded cabin, a relentless rhythm mirroring the feverish anticipation building between us. Outside, the storm raged, but inside, a different kind of tempest was brewing, one fueled by lust and the promise of exquisite pleasure. We had spent the afternoon immersed in a world of soft silicone and intricate designs, selecting a collection of dildos that catered to every conceivable desire. Now, as the shadows deepened and the air grew thick with unspoken needs, the atmosphere shifted from playful exploration to something far more primal.

She lay sprawled across the plush velvet bed, her skin glistening with a mixture of anticipation and arousal. A generous dollop of coconut oil, meticulously applied to her clitoris and vaginal entrance, lent a silky sheen to her flesh. The scent, a heady blend of tropical sweetness and earthy musk, hung heavy in the air, further intensifying our senses. Her breathing was shallow and quick, each inhale a silent plea for the experience to begin.

“So… my turn?” she whispered, her voice husky with suppressed excitement. Her eyes, dark and intense, met mine, a silent invitation that I couldn’t resist. It took me a moment to fully shed the euphoric haze of the afternoon, but as her wetness and the lingering scent of the coconut oil stirred something deep within me, my cock began to respond, a slow, insistent throbbing that grew stronger with each passing second. I rose from the bed, feeling the heat of my arousal radiate through my body, and approached her, the chosen dildo clutched firmly in my hand.

I sprayed and wiped down the toy with the specially formulated cleaner, the citrusy scent a sharp contrast to the lingering sweetness of the coconut oil. As I did so, she continued to massage herself, her body writhing with pleasure, her exhales ragged and desperate. The rhythmic movements of her hand, tracing the contours of her clitoris and the delicate folds of her labia, were a tantalizing prelude to what was to come.

“Mmm,” she mumbled, lost in the sensation, her voice barely audible above the drumming rain. “Do you want this in your pussy? Tell me you want this toy in your pussy.” The question hung in the air, laced with a playful challenge that sent shivers down my spine. Her eyes widened slightly, a flicker of anticipation replacing the languid pleasure on her face. “Yeah, I want it in my pussy. Please, I want it in my pussy.”

With a surge of adrenaline, I moved closer, my hand gently guiding the dildo towards her entrance. The cold, smooth plastic against her warm flesh sent a jolt of pleasure through my veins. “Do you want my cock in your tight little asshole? Tell me.” My voice was low, laced with a touch of possessiveness. She gasped, her body tensing in anticipation. “Ohh, yesss, I want your cock in my asshole.”

A playful smack on her cheek served as a gentle reminder to focus on the task at hand. “Ask nicely.” She giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Pleeaasee, I want your cock in my asshole,” she pleaded, her voice laced with desperate longing. I obliged, slowly but deliberately inserting the head of my cock into her rectum. The initial sensation was sharp and slightly uncomfortable, but as I adjusted my angle, the pressure eased, replaced by a wave of intense pleasure that spread rapidly through my body.

“Do you want this in your pussy, or do you want me to give you something better?” I teased, my voice dripping with anticipation. “Tell me.” She moaned softly, her body arching as she fought to maintain control. “Ohh, yesss, I want you to keep going, but give me something more intense, something deeper.” I obliged, continuing my penetration, pushing deeper into her rectum, feeling her muscles contract and release in response.

“Do you want me to use the dildo, or do you want me to just use my hands?” I asked, my voice a low rumble. “Tell me.” Her body shuddered with excitement as she responded, “Use your hands! Make me feel every inch of you!” I relished the challenge, slowing my pace and focusing on her pleasure. The rhythmic contractions of her muscles, combined with the intense pressure of my cock against her sensitive tissues, were a symphony of sensation that left me breathless.

As my climax approached, she began to writhe uncontrollably, her body shaking with each surge of pleasure. “Oh, fuck, that’s deep. Right there. Wiggle it around,” she demanded, her voice strained with excitement. I catered to her every whim, adjusting my angle and varying the force of my thrusts, ensuring that every inch of her body was stimulated to its fullest potential.

“Oh, my… my pussy is starting to throb,” she moaned, her breathing becoming increasingly rapid. “Be a good girl and cum for me, hmm? Then I’ll fuck your ass while I fuck your pussy with your toy.” The thought of combining her orgasm with the pleasure of my own made my body tremble with anticipation. “Mmm, fuck, I love this,” she whispered, her voice thick with pleasure. “I want you to fill me. Do you wanna see me filled up with cock?”

“Hmm, yeah, I do. I wanna see you full of cock,” I replied, my voice laced with a touch of arrogance. “Oh my g-, oh fuck… Oh, fuck!” I felt her hole grip tightly around the head of the dildo, her muscles clenching in anticipation. “Aim it upward, toward my G-spot. Keep it right there. Do it. Do it!” She rubbed her clit faster and faster, her body writhing with desperate pleasure. “Ohhh! Ohhh yesss!” It was the kind of gasp that could shatter glass, a testament to the intensity of her arousal. “Keep going! Yes, yes, yes, keep going! Uhhhhhh!”

By now, she was completely lost in the throes of ecstasy, her body shaking uncontrollably as she reached the peak of her pleasure. Her breathing was ragged and strained, her eyes closed in bliss. I watched, captivated by her transformation, as the pleasure washed over her, leaving her limp and breathless. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Ohh, yesss, that’s good. So good!” Her final cry of pleasure echoed through the cabin, a testament to the power of our shared desire.

As she continued to moan softly, I looked down at the beautiful sight of her, enraptured by the intensity of her orgasm and the impending pleasure of my own. “Mmmm…” I agreed, savoring the moment. “Keep it inside you.” With a gentle touch, I scooped a generous dollop of coconut oil and rubbed it down my hard cock and her anal opening. “Ready for my cock?” I asked, my voice filled with a hint of anticipation. “Do you wanna get filled up?”

“Oh, please, put your dick in my ass. Please. I want you to fuck my ass and cum inside it.” She tilted her pelvis upward, preparing for the next wave of pleasure. I slowly began to push the head of my cock into her rectum, feeling the resistance of her muscles as they tightened in anticipation. Once the head was fully inserted, I allowed her ass to relax and prepare for more stretching. In and out, in and out, slowly, I gave her only a couple of inches of me, savoring the sensation as her body writhed in response. The tightness was unreal, a testament to her intense arousal.

“Go in more. I’m ready for all of it.” I pressed further, determined to reach the depths of her pleasure. “Okay.” With a final push, I was fully inside her rectum, experiencing the full force of her pleasure and the satisfying sensation of my own arousal.

“Oh, wow! Ohh, I’ve never felt that before. Fuucckk.” Her voice was a mixture of pain and pleasure, a testament to the intensity of her experience. I could hear the enjoyment in her every moan, every gasp, as she struggled to contain her pleasure. “Keep going! Yes, yes, yes, keep going! Uhhhhhh!”

As we continued our frenzied dance of pleasure, I felt myself nearing the brink of climax. The heat radiating from my body intensified, and my muscles tensed in anticipation. “Mmmm…” She whispered, her voice barely audible above the pounding of my heart. “Mmm,” I agreed, savoring the moment. “Keep going!”

With a final, desperate surge of pleasure, I exploded inside her, releasing a torrent of seed deep into her rectum. “I’m cumming! I’m cumming! Ohh, yesss, that’s good. So good!” Her final cry of pleasure echoed through the cabin, a testament to the intensity of our shared experience. As we lay side by side, spent and breathless, we shared a look of mutual satisfaction, the memory of our passionate encounter forever etched in our minds. The rain continued to fall outside, but inside the cabin, a different kind of storm had passed, leaving behind only the lingering scent of coconut oil, pleasure, and the promise of future encounters.

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