Lucy wakes with her mind cleared. If there was any doubt before there is no doubt now. She wants to stay living here and with Lance whilst he wants to stay. They can be partners for now and see how things work out. They both deserve to give themselves this chance of togetherness. She does not expect to hear from her mum. She has checked her phone and there is nothing. Just how caring is that? Caring is not the word. It seems that mum has washed her hands of her. Then there is Lance, lying there hard. She wants to do what she imagines couples do in these moments, when one his erect and the other is wanting. She strips naked and lies on her back legs wide open, aware that her soft young flesh is there surrendered on the bed with huge breasts topped by very large firm nipples. She holds him and guides him gesturing. She knows he is resting but if he wants a sign, this is it.
Lucy’s legs go up to his shoulders and she just looks at him whilst he does what men do in that position. She relaxes as she feels him, all the way in deep and then out and all the way in again. She just looks at his face, she loves looking whilst he fucks her. Her body naturally responds and she feels him gaining pace, wanting to give her more. She wants more but wants him closer. She murmurs through her moans
‘come on, come on’ as she opens up her arms and welcomes his body, caressing him as her legs go around his back. Her arms are around him too grasping him, stroking him and caressing him as she feels the energy above her in a man who is showing what she really wants. She cannot but writhe and groan under him as she now feels the thrusts of a man making love to her, speaking to her softly and gently to her, kissing her. This is how she wants to be, attached to him, receiving him inside her. Their bodies are working together, she is no longer a tease, they are lovers.
Lucy feels Lance losing control, seemingly giving her everything his body can muster until the icing on the cake arrives, that liquid as he fills her, Lucy’s deep groan sounding throughout the room, an orgasm the like of which she has never felt before.
Lucy’s eyes are closed as she bites her lip, feeling his body roll off of her. She curls up in a ball, looking his way, reaching out to touch him. She finds his body stroking it and saying the simple words
‘thank you’
Lucy’s legs go up to his shoulders and she just looks at him whilst he does what men do in that position. She relaxes as she feels him, all the way in deep and then out and all the way in again. She just looks at his face, she loves looking whilst he fucks her. Her body naturally responds and she feels him gaining pace, wanting to give her more. She wants more but wants him closer. She murmurs through her moans
‘come on, come on’ as she opens up her arms and welcomes his body, caressing him as her legs go around his back. Her arms are around him too grasping him, stroking him and caressing him as she feels the energy above her in a man who is showing what she really wants. She cannot but writhe and groan under him as she now feels the thrusts of a man making love to her, speaking to her softly and gently to her, kissing her. This is how she wants to be, attached to him, receiving him inside her. Their bodies are working together, she is no longer a tease, they are lovers.
Lucy feels Lance losing control, seemingly giving her everything his body can muster until the icing on the cake arrives, that liquid as he fills her, Lucy’s deep groan sounding throughout the room, an orgasm the like of which she has never felt before.
Lucy’s eyes are closed as she bites her lip, feeling his body roll off of her. She curls up in a ball, looking his way, reaching out to touch him. She finds his body stroking it and saying the simple words
‘thank you’
