Cream and Curves: A Summer Fling

We were beyond reason, lost in the heat, our gasps and moans filling the room. I let my hand wander, my fingers gently exploring her from behind, testing the waters. She didn’t pull away, so I took it slow, easing her into it with care. The tension was electric, and soon I wanted more.

I guided her to lean forward, hands braced on the desk, legs parted. She glanced back, her voice soft but steady: “Go slow, okay?”

I nodded, parting her gently, my tongue teasing her first to relax her, drawing a shudder from her. I positioned myself, moving with patience, the initial resistance giving way to a slow, careful rhythm. It was intense, a mix of pleasure and caution, but as she relaxed, I picked up the pace, my hands on her hips, her breathy encouragements guiding me. “Yes, like that,” she gasped, her voice raw.

Her body responded, one hand slipping between her legs to touch herself. I joined in, my fingers working in sync with her, and we moved together, the intensity building until she hit another climax, her body trembling, legs nearly giving out.

She spun around, a mix of satisfaction and playful frustration in her eyes – she’d finished first again. Without a word, she climbed into my arms, wrapping her legs around me. I steadied her, guiding myself into her, and she moved with a wild energy, her eyes locked on mine, daring me to keep up. Her nails grazed my shoulders, her lips brushing mine with soft bites that sent sparks through me.

My legs were burning, so I backed her against the wall, thrusting hard, each movement drawing louder cries from her – “More, don’t stop!” We couldn’t keep it up long; I carried her to the bed, collapsing together, but she wasn’t slowing down. She climbed on top, relentless, her movements precise and commanding, her expression almost feral with determination.

She paused suddenly, shifting to face away from me, lowering herself back onto me. Her hands braced on my thighs, she moved with a rhythm that had me gripping the sheets, fighting to hold on. When I warned her I was close, she turned, her eyes blazing. With a few final, deliberate strokes, she pushed me over the edge, my release hitting as we both let out raw, unrestrained shouts, her body catching every bit of it with a triumphant smirk.

That day with Lila was, hands down, the most intense experience we ever shared.

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