One Last Time

I got out of the shower and wrapped myself in a fluffy towel and gazed at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was damp and tangled, droplets of water still clinging to my skin. I traced the lines of my face, the curve of my lips, the swell of my breasts, and imagined Jason’s eyes on me, filled with desire.

Feeling a surge of boldness, I tossed the towel aside and walked back to his bedroom, completely naked. I felt exhilarated, the cool air caressing my skin as I tiptoed over to the bed where he lay, still asleep. My heart raced in anticipation as I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips.



I leaned in close, my breath ghosting over his lips as I whispered his name softly. His eyes fluttered open, dazed with sleep, before focusing on me with a mix of surprise and lust. I could see the desire burning in his gaze, and it only fueled my own need for him.



Without a word, I pressed my lips to his, tasting the sweetness of his mouth as he responded eagerly. Our kisses grew more urgent, more desperate, as if we both were trying to convey the depth of our love through the meeting of our lips.



I felt his hands roam over my body, igniting a fire within me that threatened to consume us both. I needed him, right here, right now, and I knew he felt the same. Our bodies moved together in a dance as old as time, each touch, each caress, pushing us closer to the edge.



Without a word, he slipped his hand between my thighs, tracing the outline of my pussy with a skilled touch. My body tensed in response, aching for more as he whispered in my ear, his voice low and husky. He whispered those words that sent a thrill of desire through my body. “Your pussy is already dripping wet,” he murmured, his voice husky with lust. “Come sit on my face, let me taste your juices before I fuck you.”

I hesitated for a moment, the heat of his breath against my skin making me weak at the knees. But the desire coursing through my veins overpowered any sense of reason, and I eagerly straddled his face, feeling his tongue teasing and probing at my core.


He devoured my pussy with a hunger that left me gasping for air, His tongue moved with practiced skill, flicking and swirling against my swollen clit in a torturous rhythm. I gasped and moaned, unable to suppress the primal sounds of pleasure that bubbled from deep within me. He delved deep into my hole, exploring every inch of me with a hunger that matched my own.



His fingers dug into my hips, holding me in place as he sucked and licked my pussy with an intensity that made my head spin. I could feel the heat building within me, a molten fire that threatened to consume me whole.

With a sudden surge of need, I arched my back and pushed my hips against his face, urging him to delve deeper into my depths. He growled in response, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through me as he redoubled his efforts. The tension mounted within me, spiraling towards an inevitable climax that left me teetering on the edge of release.

My orgasm tearing through me like a storm. The world dissolved around me as pleasure engulfed me, leaving me gasping and shaking with the force of my cum. He didn’t stop, continuing to suck and lick my pussy until every last drop of my essence had been drained. I was panting, my body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure as he gazed up at me with a satisfied smirk.



He pulled me into his arms and held me tight, his chest rising and falling with the effort of his own desire. I could feel the heat of his erected cock pressing against me, a silent promise of the pleasure that was yet to come. And as I gazed into his smoldering eyes, he said:,

“Now, I want you to ride my dick,” he commanded, his eyes dark with desire. “Show me why you woke me up.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. With a sense of urgency that bordered on desperation, I lowered myself onto him, guiding his throbbing cock into my wet, aching core, feeling him fill me completely as I sank down onto his length. I began to move my hips, riding him in a slow, deliberate rhythm. His hands gripped my hips, guiding me as I took control of our movements.

I could see the desire in his eyes as he watched me, I felt so sexy. His hands roamed over my body, tracing the curves and valleys of my skin. I could feel the heat building between us, the tension coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust.

I leaned forward, pressing my lips to his as I continued to move against him. Our kisses were hungry and desperate, filled with a longing that had been building for far too long. I could feel the intensity of our connection in every touch, every movement.

He started moving from beneath me, his thrusts becoming more intense, his cock driving deeper into me with each movement. I felt the familiar coil of pleasure building in my stomach, the need for release becoming almost overwhelming. I could feel his cock hitting my womb, sending waves of pleasure through me with each thrust.

I gasped as Jason's movements became more erratic, his breathing ragged against my skin. I could feel the tension in his body, the need for release evident in the way his muscles tensed beneath my touch.

And then, suddenly, there it was, The pleasure crashed over me in waves, my body convulsing as I cried out. Jason followed soon after, his own release coming with a low groan as he spilled himself inside me.

We collapsed against each other, our bodies intertwined in a mess of sweaty limbs and tangled sheets. I could feel the warmth of his skin against mine, the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear.

We took a short nap before it was time to go back home. I couldn't wait to see Sebastian and Nathan...