He pushed harder and harder, nudging my head into my pillow more and more with each thrust in me. I had no idea what I was getting into. I couldn’t really believe that until I looked back down at his dick and saw it hard again. It felt like it reached deeper from this angle. I worked on removing my phone from his pants while he answered. I thought about his eyes, his hair, his arms. It was cleaner than I thought it would be, but still there was a bunch of laundry on the floor and a small collection of empty water bottles. I decided to ignore this development for now and focus on processing the loss of my house and my stuff. I rolled onto my side facing him and looked him right in his eyes as I started moving my right hand to my phone. His hair was brushed nicely and his eyes sparkled. He pulled away from the kiss and said, almost in disbelief “god damn Morgan, this feels so good, it’s like your pussy is sucking my dick.”
“hahaha I’m glad you like it” I said back, It was hard to modulate the tone of my words with his dick sliding in and out of me so I tried not to talk much more .
