I want nothing more than to have him fuck me, again. I’m used to being self-conscious when naked, but all I care about right now is getting fucked. Sex Chris keeps going, and I get to ride out my orgasm as he continues to thrust into me, building up to his own orgasm. “Just a bit, how was work?” I ask, tilting my head. I tilt my head back, my mind staying in the moment for once instead of wandering all over the place, and I relish in the pleasure wracking my body. He grabs my left breast, and I let out a squeak of pleasure. I nod and press my body against his, kissing him again. When he drove me home, all I could think about was how badly I wanted to go again, despite the soreness that had settled in my nether region. He leans over me and his glasses fall off next to me, which makes me look up at his face and grin over his immense attractiveness.
