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Celeb Fun

part 347

By Forest GreenPublished about a month ago 3 min read

The first sliver of dawn was just teasing its way through the blinds when Elizabeth stirred. A soft groan escaped her lips, not of discomfort, but of a slow, delightful awakening. She felt a rhythmic pressure against her backside, a warmth that was both familiar and intensely arousing. Her eyes fluttered open to find me, a mischievous grin playing on my lips, my hips subtly grinding against her.

“Good morning, babe,” she purred, her voice still husky with sleep, but an unmistakable glint of desire in her emerald eyes. “Do you wanna fuck me?”

“So much, baby,” I breathed back, my voice thick with burgeoning lust. The anticipation in the air was palpable, a delicious tension that promised an explosive release.

“Let’s undress and fuck, baby,” she whispered, her hands already reaching for the hem of her silk nightshirt.

We shed our clothes in a flurry of tangled limbs and soft fabric, the morning light painting our bodies in a soft, ethereal glow. 

The soft curve of her lower back, the graceful transition to the gentle swell of her hips, and then the undeniable, perfectly rounded definition of her ass. The denim had held it captive all day, molding it, but now it was free, an invitation in its uninhibited form. The faint indentations where the seams had pressed against her skin were still visible, a testament to the day’s work, but they only enhanced the smooth expanse beneath.

A wave of warmth spread through me, a heady mix of admiration and desire. It wasn't just the physical appeal, though that was undeniable. It was the intimacy of the moment, the privilege of witnessing this quiet act of shedding the day's armor. Her movements were unhurried, almost languid, as she tossed the jeans onto the armchair, her back still to me.

I wanted to reach out, to trace the line from her spine to the gentle curve, to feel the warmth of her skin. But I held back, content for a moment to simply observe, to drink in the sight. Her shoulders relaxed further, her head tilted slightly as she reached for the hem of her blouse. The promise of what else she might reveal hung in the air, a tantalizing whisper. The evening had just begun, and the unspoken language between us was already speaking volumes.

The air crackled with a raw energy as I positioned myself between her legs, her wetness a welcoming invitation. With a guttural groan, I plunged into her, a sigh of pure ecstasy escaping her lips as her big breasts bounced with the force of my thrust.

“Squeeze my big boobies, Justin,” she moaned, her head thrown back, her hair a wild cascade across the pillow.

My hands immediately obeyed, cupping and kneading her soft, full breasts, each squeeze sending a jolt of pleasure through us both. I accelerated my pace, the rhythm becoming a primal, driving force. “I love you, Liz,” I choked out, the words ripped from my chest amidst the ferocity of our coupling.

“I love you too, Justin,” she gasped, her nails digging gently into my shoulders.

“I love you more than my ex, baby,” I confessed, a mischievous grin spreading across my face. It was a playful jab, but one that always made her laugh.

“Fuck me harder and squeeze my boobies, baby,” she demanded, her voice a breathless plea, pushing her hips up to meet every one of my thrusts.

My thumb found her clitoris, and I began to rub, a circular motion that heightened her pleasure to an almost unbearable degree. The combination of the deep penetration, the squeezing of her breasts, and the direct stimulation sent shivers through her. Her breath hitched, her body arching off the bed.

“I’m gonna cum, baby,” she cried out, her voice a raw, uninhibited sound.

“Cum for me, baby,” I urged, my own climax building to an unbearable peak.

With a powerful shudder, she erupted, a hot wave of release that drenched my dick. A gasp tore from my throat as I felt my own climax consume me, pouring deep inside her. “Oh, fuck, baby,” I groaned, collapsing onto her, our bodies slick with sweat and desire, the lingering scent of our lovemaking filling the room. We lay there, entwined, the morning sun now fully illuminating our satisfied smiles.

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Forest Green

Hi. I am a writer with some years of experiences, although I am still working out the progress in my work. I make different types of stories that I hope many will enjoy.

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    Written by Forest Green