I Missed You!
There was the time when I hadnât seen her for awhile, and she invited me over. I knocked on the door, and when she answered I asked myself why it had been so long since we hung out. She gave me a hug and before we pulled away I kissed her. A few pecks, but before I knew it it had turned into something a little more passionate, and I was closing the door behind me and pressing her against it.
My hands moved down to her butt and gripped it. Nice and tight. She was wearing tights, one of my âfetishesâ if youâd call it that, and I had a strong urge to just tear them right there. Instead I spun her around and lifted her sweater dress to her stomach. I pulled down her tights to her ankles and buried my face in her ass, my tongue searching for her pussy. She instinctively spread her legs and I once again held both cheeks in my hands as I licked her wetness, saliva hanging from her pussy to my lips. I licked one finger and began to massage her anus. Her breaths became shorter with each circle around until I slid it in and heard her sigh deeply.
At this point my penis was hard and pressing against my jeans. I stood up, unbuckled my belt and let them slide down my legs, along with my underwear. With precum dripping from my penis, to the juices of her pussy, I rubbed against her. I would bring it from under her, across her vagina, insert it just a little, and then pull out. I would never forget her words just then.
"Donât fuck with me ___, I need it."
I slid all the way inside her, her walls squeezing me with every insertion. She was so wet and I could hear the slosh of her fluids mixed with mine, the sound of her ass meeting me as I thrust. I put one hand on the bottom of her back, and arched her spine, the other grabbing her hair. I pulled her neck close to me and kissed her. She only repeated one thing over and over.
"Oh my God, I missed you!"
My hands moved down to her butt and gripped it. Nice and tight. She was wearing tights, one of my âfetishesâ if youâd call it that, and I had a strong urge to just tear them right there. Instead I spun her around and lifted her sweater dress to her stomach. I pulled down her tights to her ankles and buried my face in her ass, my tongue searching for her pussy. She instinctively spread her legs and I once again held both cheeks in my hands as I licked her wetness, saliva hanging from her pussy to my lips. I licked one finger and began to massage her anus. Her breaths became shorter with each circle around until I slid it in and heard her sigh deeply.
At this point my penis was hard and pressing against my jeans. I stood up, unbuckled my belt and let them slide down my legs, along with my underwear. With precum dripping from my penis, to the juices of her pussy, I rubbed against her. I would bring it from under her, across her vagina, insert it just a little, and then pull out. I would never forget her words just then.
"Donât fuck with me ___, I need it."
I slid all the way inside her, her walls squeezing me with every insertion. She was so wet and I could hear the slosh of her fluids mixed with mine, the sound of her ass meeting me as I thrust. I put one hand on the bottom of her back, and arched her spine, the other grabbing her hair. I pulled her neck close to me and kissed her. She only repeated one thing over and over.
"Oh my God, I missed you!"
10 years ago