Version 1: A story about fucking
Girl meets boy. She’s wet. Soaking wet so you can see the
slickness dripping from her open cunt. She’s smiling, enjoying it. Cupping her
own tits in her hands as she lies back on the bed. Open. Waiting. Eager.
He’s hard – his broad hands stroke his fat cock as he stands
over her – taking in every inch of her silky, taut, nakedness. Her nipples are
hard, and he teases them with his prick. Rubbing the end over them as she moans
faintly. The wetness from the tip of his cock leaves a trail on her chest, and
she runs a finger over it then licks it off. She smiles.
He moves down her body, touching each bit of her – squeezing
her tits, pushing the palm of his hand onto her stomach, running his fingers
down through her wet slit. She moans. Kneeling between her legs, he spreads her
thighs wide, holding the tip of himself against the entrance of the hole he’s
about to fuck.
“Please fuck me.” No pause, straight in. The request made
and granted almost simultaneously. He plunges himself into her and she squeals,
reaching down to grip his arse with her hands. He fucks her – swift strokes
that make her tits jiggle and her breath quick. She gasps, moans, and looks
down to see his thick cock pushing into her.
In. Out. Again. More. Harder.
She flips over, presenting her arse for him to fill. As he
slides his cock in his big hands grip her, slapping her and leaving red
imprints. She moans again, arches her back, pushes herself onto him as he gets
closer to coming.
In. Out. Again. More. Harder.
And it’s there – he pulls out, his dick twitching and
glistening with the juices from her cunt. He grips the base and – with measured
strokes – rubs out arcing ropes of spunk. They splash over her – drops and
pools of come all over her arse. A river drips down the crack of her arse,
mixing with the wetness in her cunt. His dick twitches a few more times: a few
more drops.
And they’re done.
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