A big, Wet Sunday Snog!

Once naked we fell onto the bed. Our cold, damp bodies heated up as we crushed ourselves together. His hard lines surrounded by my soft bits. Our lips skimmed over cool skin, heating it and exciting each other. We didn’t talk, we fucked. It was truly outrageous.

He held me down and kissed my breasts, dipped down over my tummy and licked my cunt until I screamed and creamed. “Fuck me,” I cried loudly. I didn’t care if the people in other rooms heard me. I was happy and free and caught up in the moment.

“You read my mind,” he whispered, licked his lips and pulled up to his knees between my thighs. I loved the now familiar heft of his erection as it nudged between my swollen sex lips and plunged into me. My internal muscles encircled him, hugging his erection tight. Throbs of ecstasy rolled through me.

Our moans undulated like the choppy waves in the sea that I spied out of my window over his shoulder. I was washed away by the sheer joy of coupling with this stranger. This hot, handsome man. I traced his features with my fingers. His short hair lightening from black to brown as it dried. His straight cheeks speckled with stubble that led to plump, red lips. Kiss bruised and smiling.

I barely knew him in a socially acceptable way but I felt like he was the only man I had ever really truly known. The first man to experience sex with the free Abby who’d hidden away from the world for so long. It may seem clichéd and unbelievable but I came over and over with each thrust of his cock. I think I’d pent it all up inside for so long that sexual ecstasy just gushed from me as Daniel and I fucked frantically.

I wrapped my thighs tightly around his waist and his grunts progressed from light and playful to deep, loud and gravelly. He screamed my name and came. I cleaved to him, riding the storm to safety and contentment.