Later, you need sex

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Current revision as of 14:12, 15 May 2019

“Oh bae, I just need a good, hard fuck. Bad!”

You rip your clothes off your body.

“Well then let’s get upstairs,” he says with a seductive look in his eye as he pulls his shirt off.

You run up the stairs after him. Once you get to your room, you embrace each other and smash your mouths together, moaning all the while.

Jodi grabs a firm hold of your breast and plays with the nipple roughly, and he quickly does the same to the other breast with his mouth and tongue. As this happens, you moan so loadly, you’re bound to get a noise complaint. And you just keep going and squirming in pleasure as he keeps doing that and places his other hand on your clit and rubs hard.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” is all you can muster as he pleasures you. “Oh god, yes! Oh, oh yeah! Oh fuck! Yeah! Fuck me hard! I want your dick inside my pussy! I need your cock inside my pussy! I need you to cum inside my pussy!”

He swiftly locks his lips with yours as he moves his 7-inch cock in line with your pussy. He pulls back and you too look into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before he slams his full cock inside you and moans long and load.

He quickly pounds you into oblivion, and you thrust your hips back into him in tandem. Your moans of pleasure can probably be heard by the whole neighborhood, as can Jodi’s, who's in sync with you.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Ohhhh, gooooood! Ahhhhh yeah! Yeah, yeah! Ohhhh my fuckiiing goood!”

“Ohh! Ohhhh! Ohhh! Oh fuck! Yeah, come on, baby! Oh fuck yeah! Ride my cock!”

Soon the dirty talk dissipates and devolves into moans of lust as you fuck each other to no end. Just when you think he couldn’t get faster, Jodi starts pumping like a figurative jackhammer, and your eyes roll back into your head. He keeps up this speed for a few minutes before you both reach your peaks and scream together in mutual orgasm. Your moans of love keep going as he keeps cumming for what feels like hours before he collapses on top of you, with only enough energy to flip over onto your side.

The two of you lay there for awhile, catching your breath in each other’s arms. “Jodi,” you whisper, “I need to tell you something.”

“Sure baby, anything,” he says. “You been cheatin’ on me, you hoe?” he jokes.

You slap him playfully. “Shut up, you idiot.”

“No, this is...important.” He looks at you with a concerned stare. “Okay, so you know how if been acting lately, specifically about breast play?” He nods. “Well, I’ve had this suspicion in the back of my mind for awhile, but I wanted to be sure before I said anything.”

“Okay?”

“And now I know for sure, so...”

“Anna?”

You look up at him with love in your eyes. “...I’m pregnant. And it’s yours.”

Jodi stares at you, working on processing what you just told him. “Jodi?”

Following a few silent seconds of staring at each other, Jodi grabs a hold of you and locks his lips with yours in a long, passionate embrace. When he pulls back, he looks at you with nothing but love on his face and moves his head against your belly, as if he can hear his child. He hugs you by the waist as tight as he can and you put your arms around his head.

“I’m gonna be a daddy!” He almost chokes on the words and you feel tears down his cheeks. You can’t help butt pull some tears out yourself, if only just to keep the love fest going on. “You’re gonna be a mama,” he says, so full of joy, “and it’s with me!”

“I wouldn’t want it with anybody else!” you say to him, happiness in your voice (which is of course your host, not you). “Our family is going to be beautiful! We’re gonna be beautiful!”

“I love you Anna!”

“I love you too, Jodi!”

Or just skip ahead to see what comes of their future

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