Whispers of Pleasure in Miami

Still trembling, she pulled me up, her eyes wild with want. I grabbed a condom, rolling it on as I teased her entrance with the tip, rubbing it against her swollen clit until she whimpered. I entered her slowly, her tightness gripping me as I pushed deeper, inch by inch. Her walls pulsed around me, and I groaned at the intensity. “You feel so good – so tight – move with me,” I urged, and she did, meeting my thrusts with a rhythm that drove us both wild. Her nails dug into my back as she moaned, “Harder – please – I need it.”

I quickened my pace, each thrust deeper, her gasps spurring me on. I felt her clench around me, her second climax building. I angled my hips to hit just right, and she came undone, her cries echoing as her body shook. I flipped her onto me, letting her ride, her hips grinding as she chased another peak. Her breasts bounced with each movement, her face flushed with pleasure. “You’re so beautiful – keep going – let go,” I growled, gripping her hips. She did, screaming as she came again, her spasms pushing me over the edge. I thrust up, my release crashing through me, leaving us both breathless.

We collapsed, her body curled against mine, my fingers tracing her curves as we caught our breath. I kissed her forehead, savoring the warmth of her skin. She admitted she’d never experienced anything like this – her past encounters were rushed, unsatisfying. “I didn’t know it could feel this good – you’ve ruined me for anyone else,” she teased, her voice soft but sincere.

When she slipped into the bathroom to freshen up, I tucked some cash into her purse – enough for a ride home and a small treat to remember our day. I hoped it’d make her smile when she thought of me.

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