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Playback

It was only last night, that we felt like we had a lot to tell each other. From the moment we met, to the shopping we did at NTUC, up to my doorstep, the endless conversation suddenly came to a halt when we walked through the door.

We took off our shoes, dropped the shopping bags at the kitchen counter, and straight up – made out. I couldn’t keep my hands off her, just like she couldn’t tear her lips away from mine. It was I, who asked her to wear that loud, red lipstick, and boy, did she leave her marks all over my neck.

Her hands impatiently tore my pants off, as I stripped her jeans off her shapely hips. Our kisses only got crazier once we had our respective hands in each other’s underwear, stroking the hard, wet parts that would drive us even wilder.

It didn’t take much for me to knock her small frame over the sofa, weakened by the light, pecks I planted across her neck. My mind was floating in a weightless mode which her hand was transmitting through my erection. For a moment, I didn’t know what I wanted to do with her.

It has seemed, that from the start, she already knew what she wanted to do. A gentle nudge on my chest straightened my back, for the breathtaking sight of her mouth going over my six inches of manhood. One hand, remained at the bottom of my cock, while the other, went under my testicles.

The instant she brought those lips up and down my shaft, my knees began wobbling. She was literally sucking the life out of me, one mouthful at a time. I would never forget how she would suckle the tip, until I was murmuring nonsense, or how she would run her soft, wet tongue under my cock, up and down, covering all sides.

She truly got the best out of me when she popped those testicles into her mouth, lapping them till I was dodging away. When she was finally done with me, I was exhausted beyond words could describe. Not even after I sat down, did she stop fondling my dick, with an anticipating look.

It was my turn next, to put her in my arms and push her knees apart. I had longed to get my hand between her legs, to rub that moist, squishy clit with extra care to her sensitive skin. It was a wonder for me, to feel her tremble, reciprocating the pleasure with desperate kisses in my neck. I knew exactly how to slide just a little bit of my fingers into her pussy, to get her really worked up. If I could help it, I wouldn’t let her stop me before she get an orgasm.

Somehow, we sobered up then and put on our swimming suits. We made our way to the then-empty pool and hopped right into the cold water. Although we mostly stayed in a corner, much of the activities were happening underwater. She knew that I was wearing a pair of trunks that was tight, but that didn’t stop her from sticking a hand in, and jerking me upright. Likewise for her, I slipped two fingers into her pussy and ‘cycled’ while she massaged me.

If you have ever gotten frisky in a pool, you can imagine how to have sex in there. Like a pair of ‘well-behaving’ teens, she turned to me and stealthily climbed over my legs. I held her waist steady while she grabbed my cock, held it upright, and slowly lowered herself over it.

There wasn’t much we could do in there, given the resistance of the water, but that, being inside her, was all we needed. She couldn’t feel any warmer in the cold water. She did moved a little, but we spent a greater deal of time just lying in each other’s arms, basking in the pure rawness of our connection.

After about thirty minutes in the pool, we returned to the apartment and dried ourselves. In the nude, we cooked instant noodles and I decided on the position we would eat in. I sat on the floor first with my legs opened, and she would sit in front of me in the same position. I then moved my groin closer to her until I had my cock inside her, and that was how we ate.

In a very fun-but-confusing mood, we finished our food, and went to the balcony onto the swing. Still naked, I proceeded to roll the stash of weed I had brought for the night, while she helped herself to my half-interested erection. By the time I had one joint done, I swear I was too exhausted to smoke it anymore.

That helpful girl helped me lit it and we took turns smoking. When we finally reached the end of it, that powerful, psychedelic effect kicked in real hard. Our heads were spinning, hands were shaking, but we knew we had each other. My throat and stomach started to burn, then followed by a mysterious glow of heat in my groin. By the time I took another look at her, she was already two fingers in.

There was only one thing I had to do then, that was to grab that condom I had strategically placed and put it to use. In my paranoid state, I managed to cap myself and she was onto me right away. She bent over the swinging bench as I stood behind her, half swaying, trying to get my dick inside her.

Once my dick was warm and cosy in her pussy, all that was left to do was to thrust. My body locked in that final command and we were off, banging away under the influence of weed. That urge to shit came and went, that urge to drink water came and went. The only thing that was constant, was the need to be pumping my cock.

She was especially quiet throughout, only breathing loudly to each of my thrusts. We went from the swing, to the floor, from doggystyle, to missionary. I supposed I looked stoned when I was jutting my groin at hers.

None of us managed to cum then, spending most of the time sprawled on the ground, waiting for the effects to wear out. For some reason, her mouth was back at my cock, amplifying that euphoric sensation leaving my body. We literally crawled into bed that night, cock randomly pounding her whenever I could, or she would ride me whenever she could.

After an hour or so, we were in more control of our bodies. So we resumed what we started, fucking from the bedroom to the toilet, did our business(es), and continued in the living room, kitchen counter, doorway, and back into the bedroom.

The last thing I remembered was cumming inside her when she fucked my brains out in cowgirl. When I woke up, it was 3am, with an overwhelming urge to go for another round. I flipped her onto her back, spread her legs, capped myself, and dived right into her pussy.

Almost robot-like, I just hammered her till I came again, and saw her satisfied smile on that drowsy face.

The next time I woke up, it was her mouth that did it. She was sucking me so peacefully, bobbing her head up and down, while listening to my groans. I let her did what she wanted and delivered another load into her mouth, for breakfast.

It was six before I knew it, and she was on her way out. When sunlight struck my face, it was one of the deepest sleep I have ever gotten in a long time. In front of the bed, was the camera I brought, aimed at me.

She did leave a little surprise for me.

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Piano in the Back

In the back, calm, soothing piano music was playing, but did little to ease the jitters she felt. With nothing more than a ribbon-topped, rubber band, to hold her hair in a high ponytail, the man lying on the bed had his arms spread out, erection standing taller than any one she had ever laid eyes on.

Still, she had a job to do, and the consequences of not holding up her end of the deal, would prove too much for her little head to imagine.

In a jittery manner, she crawled onto the bed, towards him, careful not to press onto any parts of his legs, for fear of causing discomfort. It was his serenity, that scared her the most.

As gracefully as she could, she put a hand around his cock and tugged gently on it, in an up-down motion he let off a sigh to. Seeing how his chest rose and fell, she settled on a tempo, albeit with a very loose grip. Placed comfortably on her knees, she bent her chest forward and gave the tip of his manhood a thorough coat of her saliva, an act that roused him to open his eyes for a peek.

Thankfully, her eyes managed to leave him a hint of the smile she would have given, if not for her lips that parted around his little head. Using the saliva that gradually gathered in her jaws, her head began its descend on his shaft, going as deep as she could, about halfway, before backing up.

A long, liberating groan urged her to go deeper, which she pushed herself for, on the next available moment of readiness. Within the first few minutes, she was taking him almost three-quarter way down, where the last two inches were getting massaged by her index and middle fingers wrapped from under.

In the extreme angle her back was arched, she felt the ache building up at her belly, though not for long, after she came face-to-face with a pipe much thicker and longer than before. Since there were no clothes present on them, she proceeded to crawl over his chest, until she could feel his cock perched perpendicular to her pussy.

What followed was a daring attempt to grind her pussy along his shaft, to replace some of her fears with pleasure, floating right through her body into her head. For one, her bodily secretion was silky despite the minute amount, and his smile made it clear that he could sense it.

It didn’t take long before she leaned forward to put the tip right outside her pussy, and then guiding him into her warm, narrow vagina he sheepishly grunted at while she sat over it. Given how tight she was at that moment, it was a smart move to stay still for a while, to experience the unsettling, vigorous throbbing of his cock.

The next part consisted of straightening her body upright over his, for the unhurried, bouncing consummation of his cock by her leaky pussy. Their bodies had touched so minimally that he seemed like a dildo, except that it was an expandable, extendable appendage she was fucking.

No words were exchanged when he held both her hands, and put it over his abdomen, giving her an ‘ok’ signal to go a little wilder. Of course, she was more than happy to oblige. Her hips went from the up-down strokes to a back-forth grind on his groin, going so fast at times that she would cramp up in her abs.

That man nonchalantly picked himself up as she rode him, placing his chest against her sweaty one so he could hug her. All activities came to a halt as soon as he brought the both of them to the end of the bed, then to the balcony she had no idea had a pool outside with the curtains tightly drawn.

Down the steps he went with her in his arms, until he was able to place her on the deck, while he was waist-deep, just at the height his cock would not be hindered by the water.

His turn came next to thrust his cock in and out of her pussy, sloshing water as he impaled her deeply. Electrifying jolts shocked her mind repeatedly until she came, to which he kept up with the same rhythmic, deep jabs for her eyes to roll white.

In the euphoric, trance-like state, her body got caught in a loop of never-ending orgasms. As for him, he was moaning louder and louder, to the fact that she was getting tighter with each climax. The crazy-but-beautiful sex came and went away at the point he was about to cum, fully aware that they were doing it unprotected.

Just as he slid his cock out of her, she pushed herself over the edge and dropped into the pool, ass landing at the steps where just her head was exposed. She seamlessly took his cock into her mouth and shoved her face at him, taking him all the way down her throat where her gag-reflex took over the milking of his cock.

It was at that very point in time when she took a quick glance at his facial expression, to understand that he felt bad for enjoying himself at her expense. That alone made her worked harder, even using her hands to fondle his testicles as she mouth-fucked him.

Once long, deep groans were heard coming from him, she felt him thicken in her mouth. It was the last few seconds before he would release huge amount of cum into her face, for her to skilfully contain or ingest without so much a flinch of disgust.

The ensuing looks of disbelief in both their eyes confirmed their shock at how much cock was in her when he pulled away. Like the professional she was, she let none of his liquid life go into the chlorinated pool.

He slumped onto the deck as soon as they were done, but she was already going for a lap in her bathing suit. After what she had done for him, and how he reacted to her favours, it loosened things up enough for them to have room service supper in the nude.

It was magic when they exploded all over each other after the meal, fucking from the bed, to the bathroom where they brushed their teeth, then back to the bed, going at it until they fell asleep. The first thing they did when they woke up was to have sex again, repeating the bed-to-bathroom-to-bed cycle again.

There was no mistake when they left the hotel with her glowing full of sex, and him with sunken, strength-depleted eyes.

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Consequential Doping

At 11pm, after doing a few laps of my own at the then-closed condominium pool, it was time to put the security guards’, whom I have been really good friends with, hearts at ease. On this day of every week, I would hold swimming classes before spending up to an hour alone in the pool. However, during the course of this particular lesson, an especially noisy group of teenagers at the BBQ pit had affected me quite a bit, though there were only lessons to be taught when bodies were being flung into the waters.

Making my way into the male shower rooms, I was tuned out to my surrounding until I heard noises come from a cubicle. It seemed that the door at the furthest end, which I thought was just closed because of a rigid hinge, was occupied. The lack of clothes or towels would mean that he was a resident of the estate. Perhaps, he had brought his shorts into the shower.

Without thinking too much, I continued with my business and it was when I turned on the shower tap, that I heard a cry for help.

‘Hey! Can you help me?’

A female voice in the male changing room? Still, there wasn’t anyone else she needed to hide from. I was in my cubicle then.

(I replied) ‘There’s no one out here. Feel free to leave.’

‘I CAN’T! I don’t have any clothes.’

‘What do you mean?’

‘My friends left me here.’

Whoever they were, they must still be around. I quickly washed myself up and put my clothes on, before knocking on the closed door. From where I stood outside, I could see the heels of her feet pushing against the door, pulling away only when I went close to her.

On the floor sat a girl, with long, brown hair curled at the ends, possessing a figure I remembered caught my eyes when I took a glance of the kids playing by the pool. With her hands covering her chest and groin, I threw my wet towel over her before trying to help her up. Not only were her legs too weak to support her, she was showing signs of withdrawals.

‘Are you on some kind of drug?’

‘No? I think they slipped something in my drink. I’m.. Incredibly wet.’

‘Duh. You are drenched!’

‘No.. Not there.’

Right there, I realised what she was talking about and helped her to the bench anyway, to put one of my shirt on her to hide her indecency. Just before I could find the extra pair of shorts I remembered packing, she had already progressed to the stage where she touched herself with her legs spread wide open.

To anyone else, it might seem like she was masturbating furiously, but at that close proximity, I could tell that it was an itch she was trying to get relieved. A middle finger was digging so deeply, that sent her moaning at the same time sighing in comfort.

‘Can you help me? Please? I can’t reach far enough.’

‘What? Serious? I think you should call an ambulance or something.’

‘No no! You can’t! They.. Umm.. The group of us.. Kind of took some drugs earlier. It was just a stupid dare. Please!’

She grabbed my hand and brought it to her pussy, drenched and dripping through the narrow gaps of the wooden bench. Two of my fingers were pushed into her vagina and I went on my knees to do what she asked, since I was already this ‘deep’.

Following her suggestions, the wrist-twist motion turned out to do the job best, giving her minutes-long satisfaction at each try. I ended up getting as hard as wood listening to her expressive, sexual voice and going as fast/ deep as I could to keep her happy.

(She said) ‘I’m sorry to have involved you in this. You must be so tired.’

‘I’m fine. Is it going away?’

‘I am afraid not. I think I’m wetter than before. I’m so sorry.’

At 12am when my watch beeped, she stopped me and helped me onto my feet. Whatever we have done, this must be as far as she allowed me to go. Be it guilt or impatience, the intense situation died down when she squeezed my wrists really tight.

‘Can I trouble you again?’

‘What more can I do?’

Eight finger dug into my waistline and lowered my shorts (along with my underwear) to the floor. Her mouth went over my cock and began sucking on it with vigour, using mere seconds to make me feel lightheaded. She used the tip of her tongue to probe at my pee hole until I was groaning, before circling at the underside of my little ‘head’.

In less than two minutes, I was harder than I have ever seen. When I regained my composure to look at her, her eyes were halfway rolled back in ecstasy, as if my pre-cum had some magical properties.

(She whispered) ‘Can you fuck me?’

‘Get up then. Can you bend over the bench?’

Immediately, she went into the standing doggy and I plunged my dick deep into her. However tight she was, I had stretched her out well and my head was spinning wildly to the overwhelming sense of pleasure. The gratifying moans told me of the ultimate scratch for that itch of hers, like brushing for the first time after a dental scaling.

My hips kept thrusting as she got more relaxed, fueling my own lust as she received what she wanted. At the five-mark into our bathroom sex, I was feeling a little heat at the tip of my penis. ‘Abrasion’ it must be, from the crazy sex we were having. Having an additional ‘pain rage’ from my genital, I went even faster to overcome it with euphoria, only that it made me more frustrated.

‘Something is happening to my dick. It’s getting hotter!’

‘I know! Keep fucking me and it will go away!’

I reached for her shoulders and pounded her really deep and fast, lasting longer than my ‘usual’ since I was partly exhausted from swimming.

After we changed to the ‘girl-on-top’ position that ended up with the both of us fucking against a wall, I was growing tired as the urge to cum was creeping into my groin.

‘I think I’m cumming. I can’t take it anymore.’

‘Cum inside me then! Flush me with your cum.’

Her legs wrapped even tighter around my hips as I slammed her against the cold tiles, dipping the full length of my shaft as deep as I could go. The magical moment finally came after another three minutes of the most tiring sex, engaging every muscle in my boner to pump that humongous amount of semen right into her vagina.

We feebly wobbled back to the bench before my legs officially gave way, making space for her to ride my spurting cock till it was too soft. Somehow, my ejaculate solved the ‘itch’ and both of us took a thirty minute, silent break in the isolated changing room even the guards do not patrol.

(She said) ‘I can’t thank you enough for that. I’m now too tired to move.’

‘Neither can I.’

About an hour after we fucked our brains out, we headed up to her place (without any pants on her) where her friends had crashed her family’s weekend home, leaving the door unlocked and wide open. None of us could had anymore energy to even pick up one rubbish.

For the rest of the night, we slept in the same bed that reeked of alcohol, waking up no less than two times to ‘re-inject’ my man-made, biological ‘ointment’ inside her. Who could have slept with an itch that cause either a wet pussy, or raging boner right?

The next day, which was my off day, was spent cleaning up her place so she could then surprise me with thank-you sex, around the now-tidied home.

Just remember to never mix drug with sex.

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One-Zero

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Just as I almost dozed off in the ferry headed for Batam, a hand next to me woke me up. The girls, one in a black dress and the other in t-shirt and shorts, looked at me with much eagerness.

Girl: ‘Are you Singaporean?’
Me: ‘Yeah. What can I do for you?’
Girl: ‘Oh! Same here. We are just wondering if you can accompany us for our short vacation there. Have you made any plans? Like meeting your friends there or anything?’
Me: ‘Nope. I’m going there alone, for about 2 nights? Haven’t made any plans yet.’

I could spot the excited hand of her friend nudging her legs, and the t-shirt girl continued telling me about their 2-night stay there, which consisted of mostly shopping and some relaxed activities. Since I was going there for similar reasons, the three of us decided to stick together throughout.

Cindy, the girl who spoke to me, was the adventurous type that didn’t think much about trying new things or speaking to strangers, making her a little scary with her enthusiasm. Sarah, on the other hand, was a quiet person whom followed Cindy around, cool and composed at the emotional level. They both had similar figure, skinny waist and curvy hips for the average trendy twenty plus year olds.

Upon arrival, the second time visitor, which was me, led the way to the pick up area where my driver brought us to a higher class hotel. The girls were cool about paying for the expenses and we bunked in two separate rooms, right next to each other. They dashed into my room after they placed their stuff and hurried me to bring them out.

For the rest of the day, I sat at the only cafe I know of while they shopped and did their sprees, brandishing their prettified nails, permed hair, revitalised skin (which I can’t tell any difference), along with bags of clothes. We went for a sumptuous seafood dinner recommended by our driver before heading back to the hotel, where Sarah popped into my room after a while.

Sarah: ‘Do you want to go for a swim?’
Me: ‘I didn’t bring my trunks.’
Sarah: ‘Just swim in your underwear?’

The first burst of laughter came from her and the relaxed side of her finally appeared before me. I replied a ‘fine’ to her and followed her to the pool, empty except for the guy working in the small, quarter-island bar. We bought a cocktail each and I entered the pool first.

The only salvation of wetting my only underwear would be the sight of her stripping her dress off, revealing a set of bikini that exposed the rims of her boobs. After I helped her into the chilly pool, she never let go due to her slight fear of water.

Sarah: ‘I’m very lousy right? Appearing so strong until I touch water.’
Me: ‘It’s alright uh. No one is rushing you here.’

My fingers were crushed together when she tried to wade around, finally settling for a corner where we unknowingly went into. Swimming up to me, the touch of her soft skin went around my neck, and she clung onto me like a baby ape.

Sarah (whispering): ‘are you getting hard?’
Me: ‘Duh. Look where you are grinding on.’

She gave a giggle and made me hug her with a gap between us, freeing her hands that shocked me by wrestling my cock out from the urinal-access gap.

Me: ‘Hey! I don’t want that.’
Sarah: ‘Why not? You got hard to me. That shows that you’re not gay right?’
Me: ‘I didn’t agree to join you girls to get this.’
Sarah (whispering): ‘But what if we asked you to join because of this?’

I couldn’t let the hydrophobic girl drop into the water and only moaned when she fondled my cock, thick and hard from her teasing. Her bottoms faded deeper into the pool after she undid the knot, to place her pussy right under my shaft.

Sarah (gasping): ‘Fuck.. I’m already so wet.’

Still hanging on to her waist, she did all the work of descending over my dick, followed by a mesmerising embrace that I would never forget as part of my pool experience. We locked our lips and dived for a moment, letting our free-moving bodies shift my cock around inside her.

In our little corner, the resistance of the water slowed my thrusts enough to her tempo, pumping her pussy with heat and vigour until she came. The lights around us went off suddenly and the bartender gave a ‘high five’ signal to me. Sarah did not look nor ask anything about that and we just continued frolicking.

Me: ‘Can you go to the daybed? Cover yourself up with the towel.’
Sarah: ‘Mmm-hmm~’

I let her step on my palm and lifted her, catching a glimpse of her waxed pussy from under. I then fished her thongs out of the pool and went behind her, duplicating an upright-kneel position before sitting down on my calves. She fitted snuggly well on my lap, and she rested her hands on the mattress for balance.

Me (whispering): ‘Ready?’
Sarah: ‘Hurry up!’

The white towel on her thighs slid off as I thrust wildly at her rear, unleashing an attack that would warm both of us up. Slowly, we went into doggy style for a deeper penetration, and her moans were barely audible in the rustling of the foliage above our heads. Everything was so beautiful then, fucking right out in the open under the starry sky

Sarah was as wet as she needed to be and there was no shortage of cute, tiny trembles from her sensitive pussy. All I could felt was her getting tighter, and my hips losing control.

Me (groaning): ‘I’m going to cum!’
Sarah (moaning): ‘Me too! Go all the way for me!’

Our loud gasps of air echoed in the silence of the night and we climaxed together, groaning in sync to the explosion that we both felt inside her. My cum pumped relentlessly into her contracting vagina, filling her up with such intensity that made her quiet instantly.

Picking her up by her boobs, our wet bodies touched as we kissed again, imprinting the most awesome sensation deep into our minds. When we were completely drained, she lifted her ass off me and leaned forward, to feel the cum that was leaking out of her.

Sarah: ‘I think I might get pregnant even with birth control. See how much you came!’
Me: ‘Shhh!’

I tucked my cock back to where it should be and crumpled her thongs in my hand. Walking back to our rooms with towels around our waists (and clothes in our arms), I could hear excited screams coming from her room.

Wait! Her thongs!

Whatever the case may be, it was impossible to return it to her right then. After exchanging goodnight wishes, I went to bed first, though it was hard falling asleep to their noisy chattering.

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Drowning on Land

Working as a lifeguard in a peaceful neighbourhood swimming pool, Paul bade farewell to his regular visitors before going back to the Olympic-sized pool. Stripping his yellow shirt off, he dived into the cold water where Brenda, a daily visitor to his pool, was doing her laps.

Together, they did a five sets of fifty metre laps before she stopped at one end, marking the end of his day as well. He wasn’t highly educated, but his social skills were great, keeping the place alive with returning customers.

Paul: ‘Shall we?’
Brenda: ‘Yupp! I’m done.’

He pushed himself out of the water with his muscular arms, followed by lifting her out of the pool in one move. They had become friends from meeting daily, but he was a man she knew the ladies always spend more time around.

Going into their own separate changing room, he had his own favourite cubicle where his favourite bottles of soap waited. Since he was always the last to go home, he did not shut his door, and Brenda coincidentally did the same thing too. Halfway through the tranquil but wasteful rinse of water over his head (down his body), her voice went over the walls into the gents, asking him if he had extra body wash.

Paul (shouting): ‘Yeah! I have! Wait a while.’
Brenda: ‘Uhh.. just behind you.’
Paul (surprised): ‘What! So kan cheong ah? Nah.’

She snatched the bottle and stepped into his cubicle, sending him into a corner out of decency. Brenda did not think twice and walked up to the confused guy, kissing him and cupping her palm over his cock that was enlarging.

‘Mmm!’, he mumbled some words that she completely ignore, going on to stroke him up and down. The tanned, 37 year old was in a little shock over what was happening, but his erection was undeniably huge. Brenda would be wet even without a shower, sensing how strong his pulse was on the thick pipe.

Paul (groaning): ‘I didn’t know you are so wild.’
Brenda: ‘Are you as wild?’
Paul (excitedly): ‘I think so.’

He led her out of the cubicle and threw a towel over the old wooden bench with double-pronged clothes hook overhead. When he bent her back forward, she knew what position he was into and climbed onto the spacious bench for him. Shaking her butt to tease him, the shy gentleman adjusted his grip on her waist a few times before guiding her back, for his dick to tear straight into.

Brenda (groaning): ‘Arghhh! Fuck! You’re so big!’
Paul (groaning): ‘You’re not the first to tell me that.’

He stood skin-to-skin against her perky ass and kept her hips firmly in place, ramming his 7 inches right into her deepest spot. Her sexy moans turned into loud groans, finally turning into breaths of hoarseness. He was confident of him own stamina and never stopped hammering her, making the athletic young woman into a victim of good sex.

Brenda felt so helpless in his strong thrusts, pumping adrenaline and euphoria into her brain with every jiggle of her boobs. With his looks far away from his actual age, he was the ideal man to own, no matter the age gap. Her vision began to fade into white as he shifted her body lower, letting her legs hang over the edge while he fucked in half-squat doggystyle.

Paul (groaning): ‘You! You’re too.. I can’t take it anymore!’

Brenda was harshly flipped over on her back like a dead fish before she let off another moan, to his cock piercing into her. His hips jerked at hyper-speed for another few minutes, giving her another orgasm that blew her mind even harder than ever before. Her sight got narrower as every muscles tensed up from the intensity, including his penis that disconnected without warning.

The only sound she could hear was his bear-like growl before a hot load of cum splattered over her chest, distance and force decreasing in relative to the streaks over her groin. Done, he was so. Not only he was still hard, he could princess-carry her into the cubicle and supported her wobbly posture.

Paul: ‘Shower?’
Brenda (panting): ‘Wait outside for me?’
Paul: ‘Take your time.’

She leaned onto the push-knob button to start the water, washing away all the kinkiness on her chest. There was hardly anything more satisfying than a cold shower after sex, and she couldn’t believe how close she was from crumbling to his size and brute force. Images from their romp kept surfacing, somewhat like a subtle reminder to ‘get desperately more’.

He waited outside with her clothes for her to be done and watched her make up into a gorgeous beauty. Finally, they were done and he locked the place up, heading for their favourite western food stall at a coffee shop nearby.

Brenda: ‘Am I too daring today?’
Paul: ‘Daring? No la. I will do the same thing too. (murmuring) If I can.’
Brenda: ‘Haha! Don’t think I didn’t hear that. You can try tomorrow if you want.’
Paul: ‘Crazy. Let’s finish up. I’m getting tired.’

The gurgle from their empty cups signalled the end of their supper and they went home. Brenda couldn’t help but get wet imagining Paul appearing behind her with a raging hard on. She would be so ready to scramble into a corner, so he could hopefully.. well..