Entering Ashley is deliciously easy. Her pussy is sodden, and there’s not a trace of resistance to you, just a tight, slick channel that clasps you cozily. Ashley makes a sound that could be both pleasure and pain as you bury yourself completely inside of her.
She puts a hand on your stomach, where the loose edge of your work shirt dangles. “Slower! Oh, shit. Don’t move! Let me get used to you, okay?”
You can feel your pulsebeat in your engorged cock, squeezed the way it is by Ashley’s pussy. It’s hard for you to keep still for long, and soon you begin to rock your hips, working yourself back and forth inside of her. Ashley makes a mewling sound. Her eyes are closed and her face is contorted with enjoyment.
“Okay, yeah,” Ashley tells you. “Fuck me. Oh! Goddamnit! Fuck!”
One of Ashley’s legs goes over your shoulder, while the other stays splayed wide to allow you the best access to her. Your fucking picks up speed. Before long you’re hammering the girl with your cock. The desk shakes. A cup full of pencils and pens tumbles over, spilling its contents everywhere. Ashley claws at the desktop, and her fingernails leave a set of scrape marks on the wood.
“Come up me! Come up me!” Ashley manages to say, and then you’re doing it; you lunge against Ashley, penetrating her as fully as you can as the orgasm you didn’t get to have with overtakes you. You’re faintly aware that Ashley’s madly rubbing at her clit as you come, and making gutteral noises of animal delight.
Sweat drips from your face and soaks through your shirt, too. You shudder as the aftershocks of your climax make your cock twitch inside Ashley. Your heart pounds and your breath is ragged. You may as well have just run a sprint. |