This is merely a series of romantic texts I sent to my Babygirl. We like to tell little stories like this back and forth, some like this, some very dirty. But during this one she was so into what I was writing she almost never interjected through the whole thing, hanging on my every word. And I wrote each text one after the other, barely stopping between as the feelings rushed out. We hope you enjoy it as much as we both did.
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"Desperate to be inside. I toss you on the bed. Your skirt hikes up. No panties. I see your glistening sex and I involuntarily lick my lips. My hand goes to my zipper."
"Zipper down. The sound of it incredibly loud over my panting and your whimpering. I kneewalk between your legs, my hand fishes inside for my cock. It pops out, shiny precum pearl glistening on the end of it. I grasp it tightly and lean in. You feel my hips press into yours. Something hot and hard pokes into your buttery folds. "Yes!" You cry.
"One push and you envelop me to the root. We freeze as we become one, silently praying that the moment will never end, that we will be a union of slippery wet heat for all eternity."
"My head falls next to yours. Your arms and legs wrap around me. I make a strangled sound of desperation. I am inside you at last. But now my need grows. I realize I will never be satisfied. My thirst for you will never be quenched."
"I slowly pull back, your squeezing wet tunnel holding me, resisting my pull, wanting me to stay buried. "No!" You whisper, breath hot on my neck, "Give that back!"
"My head is all that remains inside. I push forward again. Syrupy slick walls clench me. I bottom out again. An undulating cry of pleasure comes from my throat. I am home."
"Your fingernails scratch at me, marking me, blood welling in places where your passion was exceedingly stoked. I feel none of it. My entire universe consists of the throbbing bar of flesh pumping within your hot silken depths. You begin keening into my ear, clutching at me, afraid to let me go, that I might fly away and it would all be a dream. Your pussy flutters against my invader. Trickles of your lube tickle the tightening pouch of my balls. I pull back again, cool air bathing my shaft as I emerge from your scalding embrace."
"Once more I thrust, harder. We both moan into each other's mouths as I slide back where I belong. My shaft is swimming in a sea of the hot steaming pudding that is your sex. Out foreheads touch. I withdraw again."
"Now I move faster. There is the sound of cloth rubbing together as we dance on the bed. My mouth fuses with yours and out tongues imitate the union further down, poking and prodding at each other. We taste one another, heads spinning. Once more I push, your back arches. I cry out and pull back again. Push. You moan an affirmative. Our tempo increases."
"You whine and whimper without words. Clutching me to you with growing desperation. My steely shaft invades over and over again, your juices hanging from it in gooey strands as I withdraw to batter at your gates again."
"(My Name)!" You scream. So many promises, emotions, needs, desires. All in that one word. I sink home again, my hands clutching fistfuls of bedding. Wordless, garbled sounds of pleasure is all I can manage now. I am drowning in you."
