Down To Flirt Dtf Pt 03 Finale

Amelia laid face down. Her ass (she writes it a$$) was elevated by the pillow under her stomach and she was wet as hell from all the foreplay. Her pussy was tired of being entertained with her fingers and a small battery-operated vibrator. For the first time in several years her pussy felt alive and vibrant. It was like it was born again.

The excitement of finally fucking the girl that I have chatted with for the past few months was very invigorating and although she was not much of a conversationalist, she was a very vibrant and sexual person who had needs and desires yearning to be satisfied. She was my fuck toy, and I was Her's. I think she liked it that way.

I placed my hands on her ass cheeks and slip my erect cock into her soaking wet vagina. Her body shook as she screamed "Fuck Me" and I asked her how she wanted to be fucked and she responded, "Fuck me hard!" I responded with "You want me to fuck you baby?" and she replied, "Yes. Fuck me now".

My cock went quickly in and out of her like a woodpecker drilling wood. My balls continued to contract as they prepared to do their part to fill her up with cum.

I grabbed her tits over her dress. We never got to the point of completely disrobing her. They felt great and feeling her up only added to my excitement and caused me to go quicker and deeper.

She moaned, "I came again. Fuck me more".

I repositioned myself face up on the bed and asked her if she knew what reverse cowgirl is and she did. She bounced up and down on my erect cock. Her ass was so hot and watching her fuck me and focusing on her ass with my glaze was incredibly erotic and fed my sexual appetite. This lasted about five minutes.

I was glad they she was enjoying herself so much. She deserved it. But now it is Daddy's turn. I fantasized in my head about her being fucked by another guy and letting her slutty side take over. She had two personalities: church girl and slut girl. Church girl would often lash out at slut girl and her lovers. It made slut girl even naughtier.

I flipped her right side up. Her face was flush red from all of the physical activity and her lipstick was speared. She unzipped the back of her dress and unclipped her bra. The dress was black, hiding the stains of cum. Her bra was white and had lace. The cups were quite large to encapsule her large breasts.

We started to kiss as I reentered her pussy with my cock. My hands were massaging her breasts, and I felt the onset of coming. When it is time, it is time. It was time. My cock bulged slightly as I prepared to climax. I felt the first load get injected into her vaginal cavity. This was followed by two subsequent ejaculations. After I announced that I was coming, she started moaning and came yet again. By now her pussy must have been sore because my cock surely was.

We embraced on the bed avoiding the wet spots. We were both out of breath.

The complexities of human relationships often unfold in states of mind such as true love, convenience, and infatuation. In this case, it was clear that what we shared wasn't true love. We were fundamentally different. Her deeply religious beliefs and her life in Texas contrasted sharply with my perspectives. She distrusted big pharmaceutical companies and held negative views on illegal immigration--stances I couldn't align with. Yet, despite these differences, she displayed admirable qualities. She nurtured her autistic grandson with care and compassion, and she looked after two elderly family members. Still, her constant presence on a gaming app, seemingly both day and night, suggested an underlying difficulty in forming deeper, more meaningful connections.

It certainly wasn't a relationship of convenience--at least not for me. For her, it was very convenient; she lived just a ten-minute walk away. For me, however, it required a 2,000-mile plane ride. Like many aspects of our relationship, I often felt like I was the one carrying the burden.

That left us with infatuation. We were sexual obsessed with each other--captivated by a mutual sense of fascination and an undeniable sexual attraction. Her loneliness played a significant role in this dynamic, as did my own willingness to explore new experiences. We got into each other's heads in ways that were both profound and unsettling. She had a talent for playing mind games, whether intentionally or not, while I found myself strategically planting ideas in her mind, watching them grow and take root.

Our connection wasn't rooted in compatibility or practicality but in the intrigue of two very different lives crossing paths and intertwining, however briefly and imperfectly.