Anya Erickkson's athletic 18 year-old body was tingling madly as she lay in darkness, naked under the bed sheet. In a moment the bedroom door opened, then slowly closed, she could see a dense shadow moving carefully toward her. She felt his weight depressing the mattress, the sheet lifting gently away. Trembling with excitement she could only glance wide-eyed at his nudity, glimpsing the enormous penis, heavy and stiff, jutting obscenely from his abdomen. Then he was holding her.
"Oh, Lars..." she whimpered into his muscled shoulder.
Like magnets their genitals came together.
"I need you Anya." he spoke softly through her silky blonde hair, pressing his erection into the soft fold of womanhood between her thighs.
"I know." she comforted, feeling for his cock with her fingers, breathlessly guiding it's swollen spongy tip into the open pink blossom of her sex.
He levered at the hips, and slid into her like a velvet glove.
"Oh, Lars..." she moaned quietly, the warm probe of her vagina felt amazingly beautiful.
He gripped her breasts, suckling the cherry-tipped nipples. Cradling his head with her hand, she let him nurse. They loved sex, and each other. There was no pressure about a relationship, or building a life together, they already had that... They moved naturally together, her pelvis rocking rhythmically as he rode the soft saddle of her loins, his erection plowing deeply into the silken warmth of her wet cunni.
He rested the weight of his chest onto the generous cushion of her breasts and slid his hands down, around her body, hefting the firm fleshy globes of her ass and powering his bursting organ to the depth of her sweet pussy, he finished.
The cum was an amazingly unbelievable rush. His ejaculation triggered in her an organic response that burrowed deeply into her being, transporting her into a blissful realm of pure love, and wildly ecstatic pleasure...
