Don't Get Caught, Linda

The bed held our weights well, the air was filled with sexual tension. The room smelled like sex.

“Go slow at first,” I said to Chris as I felt his manhood go into me. My mouth made an O shape and even though it hurt at first, the pain was pleasurable.

“F*ck, that feels so good,” he said as he pushed himself deeper into me. But he took his time, he listened to me.

“Yeah?” I started to move my hips higher, causing him to instinctively grab my neck, pushing me down to the bed as he started to get aggressive.

The pain was fading away and pleasure was coursing through my body. The harder he hit, the more I wanted.

“I f*cking love you, Linda,” he said as he made love to me, not breaking eye contact with me. His moans were out of this world.

Every sound and move he made brought me closer to the climax. I held the bedsheet in my hand, squeezing them tightly as he continued to pound me.

“Chris…Chris…” I tried to tell him that I was so close. “I’m going to c*m! I’m going to c*m!” I felt my co