I…”, she said, “…I…”. We could both cook too, more than just with a microwave. Blowjob sex I needed time to think. To hurther. She opened her mouth to speak, then looked away again. But as good as it felt, it had been so weirdly unsatisfying. Impulsively, I kissed her again, this time biting hard on her lower lip, while grabbing her ass with both hands. “No.” I said. “Please…” she begged, “Please, go faster, fuck me…fuck me hard…oh God…please…”
After a few minutes of gasping and pleading, I did as she asked and sped up, thrusting hard into her. She ground her panties against me, biting her lip as a long, low moan escaped her throat. She wasn’t wearing a bra. I’d sometimes found it a little annoying, but it was fair, and I saw it as a blessing now as I headed downstairs and packed my laundry into the washer. The food tasted incredible, but I put that down to my own hunger.
