Tight

Ben

I slowly slide his dick out of my mouth, licking and kissing and sucking as he slipped out of me. He swore under his breath and reached down to me. He took my hand and pulled me up.

“You’re incredibly sexy,” he said.

I kissed him, our tongues swirling around each other a few times.

“Do you have a condom?” I asked.

Ben nodded and fished in the pocket of his jeans. He produced a foil.

“Always ready, huh?” I asked with a smile.

“Only for you, sweetheart.”

I moved down and pulled his jeans and boxers off, fighting them down his muscular thighs and finally dropping them on the floor. Ben tore the foil and rolled a condom over his hard shaft. When he was wrapped up and ready, I moved up his body again. I was on top of him the way I wanted. I positioned myself over him, his dick pressing against my entrance, and I gasped as I slid down onto him.

He groaned, his hands on my hips, and I sat down so that he was buried inside of me. I shivered. He was so big. I leaned forward, pressing my li