There is nothing more beautiful than the sight of a partner cuming, you think as you watch her arc, all strength and confidence and fucking sex appeal that full on rocks your world. The hands in your hair, the song of your name on her lips- it's an aphrodisiac of another kind, an intoxicating concoction that drives you wild. You wrap your hands around her waist and press against her as her body shudders, the shockwaves vibrating down to your body, making your cock pulse and throb.
Honestly you aren't in much of a position to understand her words, but any chance you had of stopping is shot to hell regardless. Between her figure flush against you and the dulcet roll of her hips. "Fuck, Vai, I'm gonna-" you gasp-
And then, yup, you cum.
It feels even better the second time, and not just because this time you're inside of her, relishing that delicious heat. As you finish you find yourself pulling her close, wanting to be as deep as you can, to bury your self within this pleasure and never let it go. Gods you needed this: a night without strings, a clash of passion without expectation, a damn good fuck.
As the strength of your orgasm starts to subside you finally let her go, pulling away and dropping back into the leaves and dirt. "Fuck," you say expressively, eyes closed, smile dazed. "That was.... fuck."
Zephyr
you can be the ripest, juciest peach in the world
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
and there's still going to be someone who hates peaches
