He’s busy, checking his emails, smoking a joint. I crawl in front of him, my naked flesh kneeled down between his legs, and slowly begin to lick and suck each ball in succession. He moans, but doesn’t look up from his screen. I lick from the base of his cock, the full length, him already hard and pulsating.

My lips envelop his cock, and suction lightly then with pressure, as I bob up and down along the shaft. I’m in ecstasy. I begin to worship him. Taking my time, really savouring each suck, lick, nibble. He moans, but still doesn’t look up from his phone. I take him breathlessly down my throat, holding him there at his depth, really feeling his hardness in my mouth.

I want nothing more than to please him, so I continue as the Wu-Tang Clan raps in the air. His vascular arms holding up his phone, he looks down at me and smiles. He says “hold that exactly,” and holds my head in place with his palm. He snaps a picture with his phone, a beautiful close up of my lips on him and shows me before I get back to worshipping.

He sets his phone down on the side table and takes a long drag of his joint, staring down at me as he does. Our eyes meet, and he says, “Let’s go,” then directs me on all fours on the side of the bed. He cups my ass in his hands and begins directing it up and down upon his cock.

I can feel him deep inside me, meditating on each sensation as I feel it. His touch here. His cock there. I begin to cum and shake, and he holds himself deep in place and just pushes against me tightly, our bodies intertwined as one in this moment. He lightly circles his hips, not removing a centimeter, his full depth pulsating inside me. He cums as my body shudders against him, shaking and covered in goosebumps. We cum in total bliss against each other, just swaying to the beat for a few minutes before pulling apart.

The sex between us has gotten explosive. As if each exhale I breathe is his inhale and vice versa. That our heart beats are in sync and so are our bodies. We cum repeatedly, together, time and time again.

Axel lays down on the bed again, and beckons me near him. This time I lie by his side and suck and lick and worship for some time, before I can’t help but climb on top of him. I lower myself onto him, my pussy clenching tightly against his cock, which was squeezing its way deeper and deeper.

His hands grip my buttocks, one in each hand, and he begins directing my booty this way and that atop his cock. It feels so intense, again like our bodies are one, in sync. My boobs hanging down in his face. I ride him lying horizontally, and then sit up and ride him, my hands pushing down on his ripped chest.

He moans as I grind my hips into him, his hips grinding right back, like a beautiful dance that I never want to end. Finally, I crawl off him and splay my legs open for him to enter me again. He slips right in and continues fucking me in missionary. My hand playing at my clit, I immediately squirt on his cock and begin laughing. “I know. I know,” he declares proudly.

“You’re the only one who makes me cum like this. You own this pussy. It’s yours.”

And we shudder into each other, cumming once again in unison.

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