Relax and enjoy the fucking. You do seem to be getting your juices flowing...

From Create Your Own Story

Status: Naked & Horny

After Walt's first few strokes, your body adjusts and your honey starts flowing. You wrap your arms around Walt, pulling him down on top of you, and you move your hips in rhythm with his. "Keep... going..." you pant.

"Sure... thing... babe..." he gasps as his hips move even faster. He dips his head and suckles on your jiggling breasts, making you even hornier. In seconds your pussy spasms around him and you lock your legs in place, trapping him inside you. You let out a primal scream of pure lust.

Walt keeps right on going. Your body soon feels like it's in an endless loop of pleasure. You lose count of how many orgasms you've had. Finally you feel Walt's pole erupt, filling you with his sperm.

Walt disentangles his body from yours and dazedly pulls you into his arms for a snuggle. Afetr you both recover from the manic sex session, he purrs, "Wow, honey. That's the best I've ever had. I..."

"Yes?" you murmur.

"I want that every night," he whispers. "Can I pack my stuff and move in with you?"

That was the best you've ever had as well. "Of course," you tell him.

After you both rest for a few more minutes, he gets out of the bed. "No time like the present," he grins. You get out of bed as well and start helping him pack. Soon he leaves you to take the bedroom while he does the rest of the house. 2 hours later, all his essentials are in the car, and you're naked under the same blanket you were before. You give him directions to your house. 30 minutes later the doors are locked and he's making slower, sweet, tender love to you in your bedroom.

That evening, you see a report on the news about a house that blew up. You recognize it as Walt's house and think about that bottle of water...

Walt seems to read your mind. "People change," he laughs. "There's no evidence to suspect me of anything. But I am guilty... of loving you."

That, he does very well. And he certainly gives you no reason to worry about anything other than how you're going to handle all the pleasure he gives your body.

Life is blissful.

THE END


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