Summer, 2008…
Hot and sweaty, with our bodies flexing against each other and wet lips share the lilac heat of our heavy breaths.
Sharing our tastes with our mouths and our lapping tongues, I taste the cherries you had earlier and I’m digging your flavor.
Upon sharing my taste, that is, your pussy flavor on my lips, you taste the pre cum that seeped out of you from the lustful anticipation and build up to our shared climax.
As the sculptures of my muscles flex and press against your petite, feminine sculpt, I withdraw my lips from a forever kiss and now it’s a forever gaze into your emerald eyes. I say something dirty and you giggle as you’re breathing hard like the pussy-pounding you’re receiving.
Then I shift the angle of attack inside you, thrusting my cock at angles as to rub and stimulate your G-spot and you exhale a warm, cherry breath into my face. I feel like your body by this point in the fuck could melt chocolate on your skin and I would slowly lick it up. The sheets beneath us saturated in our shared sweat after hours of me pounding you in multiple positions.
But I wasn’t always on top of the situation… “You wanna ride me like a good cowgirl? I love it when a woman fucks the shit out of a man, too!” I said out of breath.
With an emphatic, “Yes!” you showed your desire to ride me in your widened eyes as you knew you’d be in charge of this fucking until dawn.
Without leaving your pussy, we roll over damp sheets and you sit gradually into cowgirl posture, supporting yourself upright by pressing your palms into my pecs. You arc yourself backwards, tightening the cheeks of your swamp ass, which pressed into my already drained balls. And as you shift in your cowgirl posture, my cock angles inside your pussy when you begin to ride like a good girl on top of your exhausted man.
As you’re riding me, my hands sail up your sweaty body, grasping your plump tits and my fingers gently pinching, thus stimulating your erect nipples. A hand then makes its way up over the side of your slender neck in a show of deep affection. My other hand goes down to play with the fat bulb of your pulsating clit, which has been rubbing against my skin with each motion of your hips.
My hand parts from your neck and finds its way down to your flexing ass. With palm and grasp, I guide your hip movement and like your clit, the head of my cock feels like it’s pulsating before I squirt the load I have left in my balls, and fill your pussy some more. As you notice me orgasm in a hard breath of ecstasy, you drain your pussy over my cock and it squirts out over my balls. Then we again made a milkshake inside you, symbolizing the molding of our spirits, and the mixing of our bodies.
The first blue streak of the coming dawn could be seen outside your dorm room window. Your roommates were all out fucking their boyfriends. But our fuck was ours and every cool bead of sweat that glistened on our bodies was shared between us, and us alone.
We finished with our favorite part… a hot, sweaty embrace as we cuddled without a blanket and entwined our limbs. Our pulse, heat, sweat, and our warm milkshake seeping out of your pussy onto my skin.
I miss you, Leah.
