No Pulling Out (Female x Male) (18+ NSFW)
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Whitney surveyed herself in the mirror. Her outfit was the perfect balance, in her opinion, of sexy and casual. She was dressed in a pink slip dress made from a shiny satin material. It was short and trimmed with faux fur at the bottom. There was no doubt in her mind that Dylan was going to love it. Sure enough, he looked stunned when Whitney opened the door.

Dylan was standing there with a bouquet of roses in his hand, handsome in his button-up shirt and coiffed brown hair. "'Wow,' he said. "'You look stunning.' Whitney did a little twirl as her boyfriend stepped inside. "'Thank you very much. I thought you'd like it.' She put the roses in a vase in her kitchen and sat impatiently while they each sipped a glass of Merlot."

But Whitney was antsy. "'Come on,' she said as Dylan reached for the bottle of wine. "'Let's leave it for later.'

Dylan definitely wasn't going to object as Whitney led him to the bedroom. Her nightstand lamp was already on, the dim golden light giving the room a faint glow. Whitney pulled Dylan into her, wrapping her arms around Dylan's neck as she kissed him. As her tongue slid into his mouth, she could feel his cock start to push against his pants.

hardening in between them no more long work trips said whitney squealing as dillon moved them on to the bed together with a dramatic flop against the mattress i miss you too much m-m-m deal dillon was kissing the side of whitney's neck now which was her sweet spot

He knew how much it made her throb. Dylan lifted the bottom of Whitney's dress, discovering for the first time that she was pantyless below. Her pussy was shaved and smooth, except for a tuft of hair at the very top. "'Do you care if we jump straight in?' panted Whitney, quivering with anticipation now.

Dylan looked down at Whitney's big blue eyes, surprised by the eagerness within them. She really had missed him, hadn't she? But Dylan didn't mind. He stood by the bed and got undressed as fast as he could. Watching as Whitney leaned back on her elbows, the bottom of her dress bunched up by her waist, her legs were splayed open.

and Dylan's cock throbbed and twitched at the sight. Fuck, I missed you, Dylan hummed, lowering his body onto Whitney's. He reached in between Whitney's legs and guided his bare cock into her pussy. Whitney's face instantly dissolved into pleasure as he filled her up. He had the most perfect cock, both in thickness and length.

and she loved how deeply he was now inside her. Whitney wrapped her legs around Dylan's back and held him tightly like that as he grinded into her. They began to kiss as they fucked, their bodies fully interconnected. Dylan sat up and pulled Whitney's slender legs over his shoulders. He was able to fuck her hard from this position.

pounding into her wetness with deep, intense thrusts. Where should I come? Dylan gritted out, his face flushed. It had been so long that he knew he wasn't going to last very long. Don't pull out, gasped Whitney. Fill me up. Dylan looked surprised. Really? Yes, baby. Baby?

Dylan closed his eyes, threw back his head, and let himself go. He groaned up to the ceiling, his cock pulsating inside of Whitney. She moaned happily in response, grinding against Dylan's cock as she felt the warm sensation of cum flooding her pussy. They lay next to each other after Dylan pulled out, catching their breath.

He reached his fingers between Whitney's legs and felt the cum dripping from her. He had never finished in her before, and just feeling it made his cock twitch again. "'Ugh, that's hot,' he muttered, watching as Whitney bit her lip. "'Do you want to do it again?' Whitney was already pulling herself on top of Dylan. She straddled him as the cum leaked out of her pussy."

She reached down and started to stroke his cock, using one hand in a twisting motion, while her free hand reached back to support her. When he was hard again, Whitney slid her wet pussy on top of Dylan's shaft, her lips stretching out around him. Holy shit. She began to roll her hips, gyrating on top of him, while he watched from below.

his hands held on to her thighs his mouth wide open as he enjoyed both the performance and the way it felt to have whitney's sopping wet pussy clenching down around his cock whitney pulled off the dress she wore tossing it aside her bare breasts swayed as she began to bounce up and down on top of dillon

planting her feet on either side of him. "'Fuck, Whit!' he cried out. His eyes were wide. "'Yes, baby, ride that cock!' Whitney was fueled by his response and fucked him faster now. She felt wild and feral for it, getting off on the wet, sloppy sounds from between her legs."

When he could tell that she was getting tired, Dylan scooped Whitney up, rolled her over, and began to thrust into her pussy. He was riding a fresh wave of energy, driving his cock as deep as he could. Whitney had a brief flash of disappointment when Dylan pulled out, but then she realized it was because he wanted to move over to the window seat.

She bent over it, ass in the air as Dylan got behind her. He held onto her hips and fucked her wildly, balls swinging below him. They could see the outline of themselves against the dark glass, their faces contorted with pleasure and intensity. Dylan reached up, wrenched some of Whitney's hair back, and said roughly,

"'Are you ready for me to fill that pretty pussy up one more time?' "'Yes!' Whitney's back was arched. Dylan's stomach kept bouncing against her ass as he fucked her relentlessly. There was hardly a moment's notice before he was coming once more. His cock throbbed in her pussy, and Whitney shivered just thinking about his load of cum shooting deep into her.

When Dylan finally withdrew, he pulled Whitney up so her back was pressed up against him. He held her like that, his arms wrapped around her chest. She could feel his wet cock start to soften. Whitney led the way back into the kitchen, still naked, and reached for the bottle of wine. She grabbed it, and the glasses, and headed to the bathroom.

Dylan watched, amusedly, as she turned on the water to the bathtub. Then she poured him some wine, handed him the glass, and clinked it against hers. "'I thought we could use some relaxation after all that,' said Whitney with a wink when she finally lowered her body into the warm water. Dylan joined her, sitting opposite from her in the large soaking tub.

He watched the water lap up against her breasts. How was he so turned on again? Had he really been so deprived during his work trip? I was thinking, said Whitney, moving across the tub until she was in between Dylan's legs. What if you stopped having to come over? What if you just lived here? Really?

The excitement in Dylan's voice told Whitney everything she needed to know. Giggling, she spun around and kissed Dylan, not caring that she knocked her glass of wine right into the tub. If you enjoyed this podcast, then please write an Apple review saying why you love it. We truly appreciate your support and the wonderful messages we receive from you. See you next time!