From here, we go different places. Sometimes I finger her furiously, pressing on her g-spot as a slender plug fills her ass. Or fuck her doggy, pure pleasure mixed with a touch of pain, my cock filling her to the brim. Still, she begs for more.
The other night, however, she hopped on top. Reverse cowgirl. And fucked my brains out. Grabbing the headboard, she rhythmically crashed down on me, churning the cum right out of me. I'm such a sucker for that plump ass, I'll never last long if I'm watching it slide, slam, and pulsating, like waves crashing down over my cock.
Tired, she collapsed backward, lying on my chest, back first.
I, being the fucking champ that I am, managed to stay hard. And then it was on. I spread her legs and went at her, not satisfied until she blew. With my hard cock rubbing right on the g-spot, it became an overwhelming sensation for her, but I refused to let up. Number three came and I felt a LOT more liquid than usual. (She still claims it was me pouring out of her.)
But when number four arrived, followed by a tiny spray felt on my balls, along with a brand spanking new puddle on my stomach, I knew we'd pulled into squirt town. (She wasn't so sure.)
So did she or didn't she?
(She thinks it didn't happen, though the orgasms were certainly more intense.) And clearly, I think it did.
Where else, really? Practice makes perfect.
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