He handcuffs my wrists and ankles to the bed and made me orgasm with a vibrator, then his tongue, then his cock. We snuck into the bathroom at work, and I took her top off and sucked on her tits while she rubbed my clit with her hands.
She eventually went down on me and, let me tell you, she knew how to get me off faster and harder than any guy has. It was keeping the secret. I loved that. There was one time when we went out to dinner with a big group and his friend had his hand in between my legs the entire time.
I came so fucking close to coming and no one realized it. Being such a sneaky bitch was such a turn-on. First, he threw me on the kitchen counters. Then he bent me over in the shower. Then I straddled him on the living room floor in front of our new fireplace. It was the perfect way to start our lives together. My ex-boyfriend banged me against a tree in a park a few blocks away from his house. I wore a skirt and crotchless underwear for easy access. We could hear people walking past the entire time.
The possibility of getting caught was a major turn on for me. One day we were in the middle of foreplay when he took out the camera and started snapping pictures of me undressing.
We even took some during sex. I love looking at them while I touch myself. I loved it too. And it felt good to be rough. Climaxing first thing in the morning put my day off to the best start. He massaged me from my feet to my back to my shoulders and when he was finished I stayed on my stomach while he fucked me. It was the most relaxing day of my life. Once we took it a step further and used Skype so we could undress for each other and talk dirty. Watching him watch me masturbate made me cum so quickly. Two boys and me. One guy was eating me out while the other was making out with me.
I replay it in my mind all the time. The sex we had inside of the hotel room was… words cannot explain it. I think it felt so good because I was just so happy and relaxed and in love. He made sex all about me. There was so much foreplay. So much clit action. It was the way every guy should act during sex. Once I texted him in detail about what I wanted him to do to me. When he stopped by my place that night, he actually remembered everything I said and did it step by step.
He ran soap across my stomach and breasts. He massaged shampoo into my hair. He told me how beautiful I looked in the water. It was the perfect foreplay before bending me over and fucking me raw.
He had to clamp his hand over my mouth to keep me from moaning too loud. We were on a hour flight so we had blankets and the plane was dark and he put his hands on my lap and started rubbing. Let them have a show. We were friends for such a long time and the sexual tension was driving us both insane, but neither of us made a move for a full year. Clothes came off. He grabbed my waist. I pulled his hair. He slid inside me. I screamed his name. It was the best moment of my life. My favorite was when he wore leather motorcycle gloves and a matching jacket.
He looked so different. So sexy. I was able to see the muscles on his back as he fucked me. I was able to see how nice his ass looked. We had sex on the balcony while the sun was setting in the distance.
It was romantic but it was naughty at the same time. It was sexy knowing people found us sexy. So we watched porn together.
Well, he watched porn and I watched his reactions. Seeing him get so hard so fast drove me crazy so I blew him while he was still facing the screen. We ended up having sex four times that night and then another three times the next day.
I had never been so sore in my life. It was awesome being able to look out at the ocean instead of staring at a ceiling like usual. Then we showered together and went for round two.
It was super difficult because we kept stopping between floors and I was terrified someone would catch us but luckily the hotel was completely empty that night. Unfortunately, in the moment, I was too nervous to enjoy myself.
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