The promise

My partner had always dreamed of experiencing the taste of me from another woman, and who was I to deny her something she so eagerly desired? Lucky for her, I knew a lover of the same ilk for these particular desires and they were happy to indulge, thus it was promised to make this dream a reality. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The lover entered from the shadows of the night, draped in the heat of temptation and a smile that wasn’t just confident—it was knowing, as if the night’s ending had already been written in her mind and maybe it truly was was. We greeted her with glasses of rich, red wine, the kind that warms from the inside out. The room was bathed in soft, dim light, shadows pooling in the corners, while a slow, sultry rhythm drifted through the air—the kind of music that sinks into your body and is more felt than heard. We passed a joint around, the smoke curling between us as our laughter filled the room. That same laughter gradually tapered off, giving way to something raw and instinctual. The atmosphere became thick with a simmering tension, a quiet hum that grew louder with every lingering glance held just a bit longer than the one before. No one dared speak aloud, but we all felt it—that slow, burn of desire from within. Then she came to sit beside me, her perfume sweet and heady, her bare thigh pressing against mine almost as if it had always belonged there. My partner simultaneously moved away from me and to the side while removing her clothes, sitting down naked on the floor besides us, her sly smirk said she wanted to watch and await the prize she had been dreaming of. Our clothes fell away like they were never needed—the lovers dress peeled off her shoulders, my shirt was tugged open, her fingers pressing into my chest as if trying to memorize every inch. She knelt in front of me, bold and unashamed, her eyes never leaving mine as her lips brushed against my skin while moving lower, those same lips wrap around my cock as she readies me and parts herself with her fingers while feeling the wetness forming in anticipation. Soon, she was on her hands and knees, backs arched, hips tilting with need and awaiting me to enter. I moved in, slow at first, then harder. Quickly I grasp her in my hands to turn over onto her back and enter again. I feel her tighten around me with every thrust — a rhythmic, desperate clenching that sent electricity down my spine. Her rib cage heaved forward, back arched beautifully, mouth open in a breathless cry as pleasure overtook her, louder and more urgent with every movement. She trembled violently, falling apart beneath me, moaning my name into the air, her voice broken and raw. Even though her body seemed like it was trying to escape the intensity, her hands spoke another story. She firmly pulled herself back unto me, craving it deeper, and taking everything to the best of her abilities. I didn’t stop. I drove into her harder, faster, the wet, rhythmic sound of us echoing off the walls, wild and unforgiving. Her body shook beneath mine, completely lost in the throes of ecstasy, orgasm after orgasm crashing through like waves, leaving her drenched, and breathless — her body giving in, again and again, opening up more each time, she pulling harder, begging to feel me release into the deepest parts of her. Her breath slowed and her lips quivered as she focused on accepting me with all her might. Her lustful need to press further brought me right up to the edge, I was so close but just like her, I too needed more. As her pubic bone met hard against mine, finally taking all of me that she desired, I felt my engorged cock pushing open her cervix, her body held tight against mine froze and she whispered " oh god, fuck, please, right there, I need you to cum, please, I feel so full, I need you to fill me with your cum just like that " ......continued in comments below

Category:

Fantasy Confession 

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Location:

Medford, Oregon, USA

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• Jul 2, 2025
• Justanotherdude
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