Masturbation Pt 2

'Jesus, you're so wet' he says so matter-of-factly, but I can't help but be embarassed every time he says it. I can hear the wet sucking sounds his cock is making as my cunt pulls and tugs in time making us both grunt like animals on heat.

In my head, I imagine one of the last times we were intimate and this scene gets me off every time. There is nothing remotely kinky or overtly sexual about it. We use no toys, lingerie or porn - it's just hearty lusty sex and it works every time. Even without my permission, I can't not think about this day in my lounge room.

Eventually, he can't kiss me. He's about to lose it. I can see him focusing. He's trying to make it last and he does. I ease the length of him out of me and kiss him softly giving him a second to compose himself.

The second turns into a milli-second when he turns me around grabs my ass and pushes my shoulders down onto the sofa. I leveridge myself with cushions for comfort, stuffing them under my tits for height looking back over my shoulder.

Using his feet, he pushes my legs apart and eventually we both have one leg on the sofa again for ease of access and deeper harder fucking.

I know he won't be able to resist blowing his load from this position and I know he loves watching my asshole pucker and release with the motion of his cock in and out. He loves being in control of the depth and speed of his fucking cock. I am rendered useless and he fucks me like a play thing. I love it. I feel his thumb press on my asshole and his breathing getting quicker.

I reach between my legs and alternate between circling his pulsing cock with my fingers and lightly brushing over his balls as they slap against me. I have heaven in my lounge room: population 2.

It is normally at this visual in my head that my fingertips are numb and my own juices have soaked them. My eyes are locked closed and I'm completely shut out to everything around me except this visual I've shared with you.

I don't remember the feeling of him coming inside of me. I don't remember what he says or what happens because I am consumed with my own electric pulses shivering from my now throbbing clit surrounding my cunt area with warmth that seeps down my legs making my toes curl.

My orgasm turns my languishing form into a stiff, electrified body forcing waves of amazing pulses out of me. I feel as though I could wet myself and yet I don't need to pee.

My nipples turn rock hard and I feel the sleep seeping into my body like a morphine injection and the languish state returns again.

My body falls into the soft mattress, like plasticine soft and pliable and my erratic breathing is calm and deep again.

I sometimes get up and wash my fingers. Sometimes I don't. Most times I wipe them on the sheet. I stretch and smile and drift off into a lovely sleep.

x Ms Smack