I didn't need any more encouragement. I stepped forward, positioning myself behind her, my cock sliding along her wet slit. I reached around to cup her breasts, feeling her nipples pebble under my touch. With a single thrust, I buried myself to the hilt in her, the feeling of her tightness almost too much to bear. She gasped, pushing back into me, her pussy clenching around me like a velvet fist.
The sensation was overwhelming, my balls on fire from the intense pleasure with Rachel at gym and now the heat of Sophie's pussy. I began to fuck her hard, her cries of pleasure echoing off the bathroom tiles. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with our ragged breaths.
Sophie pushed back into me, meeting each thrust with an eager moan. Her pussy was tight, the muscles rippling around me as she neared her own climax. I could feel her body tensing, her legs trembling, and knew she was close. With one final, powerful thrust, I came, my cock spasming as ropes of cum shot into her depths. She screamed out my name, her orgasm hitting her like a wave, her pussy clamping down on me in a vise-like grip.
For a moment, we remained frozen, our bodies locked together in a passionate embrace. Then, with a sigh, I pulled out, my cock glistening with our combined juices.
"Mm, delicious," she murmured, licking her lips. "But I think it's time for you to take a little break, don't you?"
I nodded in agreement, my breathing still ragged from the intense orgasm. My balls felt like they were made of molten lava, drained and sensitive. I needed a moment to recover, to recharge.
Sophie and I stepped into the shower, the cool water cascading over our bodies, washing away the sweat and remnants of our passionate encounter. She soaped me up, her hands tender and caring as she worked the lather over my chest and down my abs, lingering over the still-twitching muscles of my thighs. I returned the favor, taking special care to clean her up, savoring the feel of her skin under my fingertips.
As the water rinsed away the last traces of our lovemaking, I couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. I knew we had a long night ahead of us at Lisa's party, but for now, all I wanted was a brief respite to gather my thoughts and regain my strength.
I toweled off and made my way to the bedroom, my legs feeling like jelly. My balls were still twitching from the overstimulation, begging for mercy. It was barely noon and My exhausted body collapsed onto bed, my spent cock lying limply against my thigh. My eyes grew heavy, and I don't remember when I fell asleep.
The soft whisper of her voice pulled me back to consciousness as the sun began to set. "Wake up, babe," she said, her voice a gentle caress that seemed to float in the air. "We've got a birthday party to attend."
I groaned, rolling over to find the bed empty except for the warm imprint where she had lain. My eyes adjusted to the dim light, and I noticed her standing in front of the mirror, her body a vision in a form-fitting red turtleneck dress with a slit that went all the way up to her hip. The fabric clung to her curves like a second skin, the soft light of the bedside lamp playing off the fabric's sheen. She had applied a hint of makeup, just enough to accentuate her natural beauty without hiding it. Her lips were a deep red that made them look plush and inviting, her cheeks flushed with the barest hint of blush.
"Aren't those slits a little too attention-grabbing?" I teased, my voice still thick with sleep. She giggled, a sound that sent warmth pooling in my stomach, and grabbed the slit, pushing it aside. Her pantyless crotch was on display, and my cock stirred with interest. She had shaved herself bare, except the tiniest strip of hair above her lips.
"What do you think?" she asked, turning to give me a full view. "Will it make your little head spin when I walk into the party?"
I couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corners of my mouth. "I'm sure you'll turn heads, but I think I can manage to keep it in my pants for a few hours," I said, though the thought of her dressed like that at a party had me rethinking my words.
"We'll see about that," she said with a wink, turning back to the mirror to fluff her hair. Her movements were a dance, a seductive tease that had my pulse racing. She had a way of making the most mundane tasks seem erotic, and it was one of the many things I loved about her.
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