Christa Wick: Sexting Curves

Logan lowered his head and nuzzled my breasts. His hips ran circles between hard driving thrusts. I ran my hands over his back, my nails lightly scoring his flesh when his being inside me felt too good.

Finding my knees, he gripped them and forced my legs up and wider. Holding his torso away from mine, he looked between us. I could feel how wet I was and hear the sucking slurps of his heavy cock fucking in and out of me. My pussy suctioned him tighter. His head rolled back and his eyes followed the same path until all I could see was white.

He breathed through his mouth, his lips and brow mobile as he dug deeper and deeper inside me. His heavy puffs of air wrestled with my whimpering pleas. He kept driving, plowing into me, plundering thick and hard as my pussy contorted around him.

"Come with me." My arms strained down, my hands clasping his muscled ass cheeks. I scored the skin, unable to maintain my grip as he pounded harder. The fat head of his cock tugged and battered until my body breached the first gate of an unfolding climax.

"Come with me," I cried more roughly. I needed him to complete the promise, to fill me with his come. I wanted to feel its excess on my thighs when I stood, wanted to know that more of it remained inside me to bind our future together.

A curve whipped across my spine, contorted my torso. My mound slammed against him. The back of my head dug into the mattress. My pussy squeezed and squeezed and squeezed, unrelenting as another wave of pleasure ripped through me.

Logan kept pumping. His hands moved down to my hips to pin me to the mattress. His features randomly animated, he fucked harder, the sounds falling from his lips almost pained.

He seized, trembled once then exploded inside me. His fingers dented my fleshy hips. His cock jerked inside me, his whole body clenching then relaxing with each spurt. Grasping at Logan's shaft, my pussy claimed another groan of surrender from him before he sank into me.

Logan kissed my breasts, his hands massaging my shoulders. Pulling from me, he moved down to kiss my stomach as his fingers smoothed across my nipples. Lower still, he nosed my clit then took the hood and pearl into his mouth.

"I love you, Lily." Burying his face against my mound, he wrapped an arm around each thigh and pressed them against the sides of his head. Breaking contact for a second, he looked up. "I want to drink you all night long."

And he did.