No Idea Wat I'm Doin Here

She falls down on the couch with a plop, legs up on the armrest, feet hanging off the edge. You can only roll your eyes at that.

"Don't be so dramatic. You'll live. Power is still on, so you can find something to entertain yourself, can't you?"

"What the hell am I supposed to do without internet? Can't play league, can't watch videos, can't even upload any of my cute selfies—god, this sucks."

"You know people used to live without the internet, right? It wasn't always around," you say to her, trying not to laugh while doing so.

Jamie sits up, grabbing a pillow and tossing it in your direction, smacking you right in the face. "People used to live without bathrooms and showers and this thing called a toothbrush too, but that doesn't mean it wasn't awful. We're not in the middle ages anymore."

You can't really believe it's come to this—how dependent she can be, but you've already given up on explaining this to her, just shaking your head.

"I'll go by the bookstore and see if they have any coloring books. Maybe you can keep yourself busy with that."

"Fuck you. I'm not five years old, I don't need coloring books."

That makes you smile, even bigger. "Sometimes I wonder—poor thing is going to keel over without having any internet for five minutes."

"Five minutes? It's been like two fucking hours! Can't you see I'm suffering?"

You sigh at that. "Poor Jamie. No internet might as well be no food and no oxygen."

"Now you're understanding my pain. I'm gonna go insane, absolutely positively insane," Jamie complains, acting far more obnoxious than she needs to, flailing on the couch for effect. "Do something about it, will you?"

"And what exactly are you suggesting? We've already called them twice. They said someone is working on it, just gotta wait."

"Wait? You want Jamie to just sit around and watch the fan spin? God no—that's torture," she pouts, trying her absolute best at getting sympathy from you.

"There are other things to do. We could go for a walk outside. Breathe some fresh air, you know, like normal people do."

"Are you kidding me?" Jamie raises an eyebrow at your suggestions. "The sun is out. I'll burn, I'll wilt, I'll just shrivel away into nothing. Burnt and all crispy—"

"You're such a fucking drama queen. A little sun won't hurt you. We can go down to the little coffee shop down the block, they probably have free wi-fi. You could eat one of their little cakes, the kind you like."

But Jamie finds some way to counter every suggestion you offer. Her face twists with each offer like you've just offered a cup of poison.

"I'll never make it that far. I'll faint before we even get two feet out the door."

"You're being ridiculous."

"No, you're being ridiculous!" Jamie fires back, folding her arms together over her chest. "I'm delicate. Like a pretty little flower that'll blow away in the wind. I'm not some marathon runner, in case you didn't notice."

You give up. Fine, you'll just stay here on the couch together, for hours, staring at the router light that keeps flashing red. A faster way to go insane yourself.

"I miss movies. And all those K-dramas we used to stream back in the day. Remember when we would spend the entire day eating junk food and watching anime? I can still hear all those songs in my head. It's a shame we might never get to again..."

Now you're going insane. You can't take another moment of her complaining. "If you aren't going for a walk then I for sure will. Maybe off the fucking pier."

"Don't leave me, I'll perish," Jamie says while practically sinking her fingers into your thighs, desperate to cling onto you. "How could you abandon me at a time like this?"

"Because you're insufferable—"

"But I'm cute, right?"

Jamie makes sure to give you the most pitiful look, puppy dog eyes, pouty lips, the full package—and goddamn it almost works like a charm.

"About the only thing going for you these days."

"Hey, what the fuck—come on, what about my stellar wit, my brilliant sense of humor. My amazing cooking skills. Don't you even remember those?"

She does a good job of acting upset, like those qualities are anything to write home about, or unique whatsoever. "You can make decent scrambled eggs, I'll give you that. Any other checkboxes you'd like to tick?"

"Let's see. I can clean, do laundry—oh, and this guy I live with thinks I give the best head. What about that, you asshole?"

"The best is a bit of a stretch. Second or third, maybe."

"You take that back, you prick. I'm the fucking best. Or no more blowjobs for you. Ever. Not now, not in the morning, not in the middle of the night."

"Oh no. You think that I don't have Hyoon's number on speed dial? She'll let me blow my load all over those massive tits and make me muffins after."

"You think I can't make muffins? Please, I'll bake the best muffins you've ever had. With cranberries and orange and whatever the fuck you want. The best muffins and the best blowjob, all at once," Jamie defends, getting herself worked up as she rambles on.

"Hm, I do love a good muffin."

"Then how about I bring out my best batch right now? That'll make a believer out of you, no fucking question."

And just like that, she's completely forgotten about her precious internet, more determined than ever to prove you wrong.

"Can you hand me the vanilla? Oh, and the sugar, too. In the cabinet right behind you," Jamie asks with a plethora of baking ingredients scattered around every part of the kitchen counter. Her apron is tied loosely, already dusted with flour, sleeves rolled up to her elbow with her hair tied up in a messy bun.

"Which one?" you ask while scanning the open cabinets. "There's like twelve different ones. Brown, golden, powdered—what the hell is even turbinado? Which one do you want?"

"Just sugar sugar, you fucking doofus. The white one? I'm not making you muffins with powdered sugar."

You eventually find the biggest bag in the back corner of one cabinet, grabbing it along with the little jar of vanilla that's probably been here forever, placing them both on the counter. "Anything else your majesty requires? Maybe some gold flakes? Some Crème fraîche?"

"How the fuck do you even know that word?" she asks with a roll of her eyes, stifling a laugh while dumping a cup full of white sugar into the bowl.

"It's called being cultured. Eight seasons of Top Chef does wonders for the mind."

Jamie doesn't even look up at that, cracking two eggs with a single motion. "You nerd. You know that word but not turbinado?"

"Yes, because that's not a fucking normal word. Nobody uses that except you."

"You are such an idiot," Jamie scoffs while pouring the vanilla, whisking the mixture and adding in the sugar and eggs. "Get me a baking tray, would you?"

You're far more comfortable standing off to the side and watching her go to work, staying out of the way. "It's literally right there next to you."

Jamie looks a little annoyed now as she opens another cabinet, looking past the one right in front of her. "I need the muffin pan—the one with all the cups. Unless you want me to just make one massive muffin for you to eat. One single lump."

You fetch the item in question from the cabinet, placing the pan right beside her. "You're my little muffin lump."

The noises she makes is a mixture of disdain and disappointment as she finishes up the mixer. "Please never say that again."

With the batter in the large mixing bowl, Jamie grabs the pan to pour it in—a big spoonful at a time, all too meticulous, not dropping a single drop of the batter onto the counter. Each cup almost up to the brim before moving on to the next one.

"Shit," Jamie curses under her breath when heads to the oven to pop the muffin tray inside. "Forgot to pre-heat. Gotta wait now."

"That's like the first step. Don't they teach you that at baking school? The basics?"

She brushes her hair away from her face to glare right at you, unamused. "You shut the fuck up. You think I went to school to be this perfect? I'm a natural, goddamn it. An absolute genius in this kitchen."

You can't stop yourself from laughing now. "Guess we'll just have to see when the muffins are done."

"Twenty minutes. Then you're in for a rude awakening."

"Just don't poison me, please. That's all I ask."

"I would never—oh my god," she dramatically groans. "Who would help me pay the bills and water the house plants then?"

"We have house plants?"

"Fuck no. They'd be dead as shit." Jamie hops up on the kitchen counter, careful not to crush anything of importance, kicking her feet up and leaning back against the cupboard. "Can you imagine? I can't even take care of myself, much less anything else."

With that, Jamie unties the strings of her apron, whipping it over her head, and discarding it to the floor, showing off the shirt underneath: a tiny little crop top and a whole lot of midriff on display.

"What are we going to do for the next twenty minutes? Got any ideas? Maybe some other ways we can pass the time..."

"Maybe clean up your goddamn mess—"

You can feel Jamie glare at you again. "I cooked. Now you clean. House rules."

"Hey, no, this was your idea. There's fucking flour all over the floor, I'm not going to be held responsible for that."

Jamie wraps her arms around your neck, threading her fingers in your hair with a little grin on her face. "Now who's being dramatic? Just a tiny mess. It'll take two seconds."

"If it'll take two seconds, then why don't you do it? You made it—"

"Shh..." Jamie shushes as her lips meet yours more, swallowing every word you try to sputter out. "Fuck the mess then. Just focus on this."

Both her delicate hands on either side of your face, there's no choice in the matter—other than to grab hold of her hips, pulling her even closer to you as she works her tongue down your mouth. That little whimper she makes between breaths when you slide your hands across her stomach to feel her bare skin—that's the sounds you enjoy most.

"Off. Right now," you demand with one tug of the hem of her shirt.

It doesn't take much convincing. The shirt goes sailing somewhere in the corner, into the leftover heap of bowls and other utensils scattered around as she hops up on the counter. And all you can think is marking up that delicious, tight stomach of hers, taking your time to lick, kiss, and taste every single inch, finding all the sensitive spots.

"Mmm. That's good," she murmurs between heavy breaths, leaning back into the counter so your tongue can find that special little spot right above her navel. That spot makes her lose control, your tongue swiping all the way back and forth across her tight stomach, skin so soft and warm you don't think you can get enough. "Right there—fuck, I love that."

When you dare look up, her eyes fall half-shut, lips parted with every long exhale, right until you break contact, leaving a trail of warm kisses down her waist.

Your lips guide down into the waistband of her shorts, slowly sliding them off her hips until you're met with a little blue thong barely hiding anything underneath, continuing the onslaught, mouth never detaching from her soft skin.

It's apt that you're in the kitchen, because you're suddenly ravenous and you're planning on eating this girl out like a feast. Your fingertips dig deep into her thighs, pushing them apart nice and wide before licking right at her clothed cunt, tasting her wetness that's already soaking through the thin material of her panties.

"God, no teasing, p-please. I need—need that mouth of yours on me, right fucking now," Jamie pleads with one tug of your hair, trying to guide you right where she wants. In one strong tug, you yank off her little blue thong down her legs, leaving nothing left in the way of your tongue when you take the first long, slow lick right up her slit.

"Fuck—oh shit," Jamie curses aloud when you taste her, sweet and tangy and far too fucking delicious to pass up, all so overwhelming as you lap up the arousal that spills out of her. One more lick and your taste buds go wild, diving your tongue right back for more, to latch your lips around her swollen clit and suck hard. "Shit, shit, god, that's so good, you're so fucking good at that, fuck—"

When her thighs start to squeeze together and lock around your head, you only double your efforts, suck a little harder, get a little rougher.

Anything to keep those noises coming out her mouth, especially the louder ones—the curses, the whimpers, the desperate little moans she can't help but cry out. And when she can't utter even the smallest of words, only the most broken and incoherent moans and whines, that's when you know to continue right on, pushing her towards the edge.

"Oh my god—fuck, please, don't fucking stop, please, don't stop," Jamie urges, demanding more of what your mouth has to offer, and you'd be more than happy to oblige. Nothing is quite like the taste of her cunt, that's for fucking sure, far sweeter than any treat Jamie could ever make for you. That's why you don't let up the attack on her throbbing clit, only pulling off to slide your tongue into her dripping wet entrance, fucking into her as far as your tongue will go.

"Have I ever mentioned," you start, breaking your focus to give her clit another slurp, swirling your tongue right around it. "How fucking incredible you taste?"

Her back arches the deeper your tongue dips inside of her, one hand scrambling to grab the edge of the counter tight, the other finding its way to the top of your head, pressing your mouth into her needy cunt even more. "Like every fucking day—god, this mouth. Have I ever told you how fucking good you are with that mouth? It's, ah shit, incredible, just keep doing that."

And so you do, using every last trick you know to drive her insane, little flicks of your tongue across her clit, long licks between her slick folds, devouring every last drop of her dripping out. All those sinful moans are your fuel, keeping your tongue nice and deep, licking long stripes, everything all the way up to her needy clit, until she's borderline incoherent and sobbing for more.

"P-Please—I'm gonna fucking c-cum. You have to make me cum, oh f-fuck," Jamie pleads so desperately, as if you'll have any intentions otherwise. You keep your lips sealed, keep the pressure on her clit going, staring right up to take in the best view, to get her right there—

And then the kitchen timer goes off. A deafening beep echoing through the whole damn room.

"G-God no," she says in panic, all wound up from you're your tongue and she's teetering on the edge, so, so, fucking close. But there's no chance you're stopping now, not until she makes a mess all over your face, even with the incessant beep in the background. That sound easily gets drowned out by the filthy moans coming from Jamie's throat when you lock your mouth tighter and suck, until you can feel her shake, thighs quivering as she gets so close you can taste it—quite literally.

"W-wait, fuck, the muffins," Jamie babbles while grabbing you by the back of the head and trying to pull you away. "They're g-gonna, they're gonna burn."

But you have no concern about anything that isn't getting that sweet orgasm out of this girl, whether or not the kitchen sets on fire or the damn house burns down. Because nothing will keep you away. You take every last moan right out her mouth with a harsh slurp on her engorged clit, not stopping even as her body starts to convulse so wildly under your touch.

"Oh god, fuck, please," Jamie moans out and digs fingers harder into the back of your head. Her legs locked around your face won't let you move even the smallest inch as the orgasm floods right through her, right into your mouth. Nothing could tear your lips away until every last drop gushes right into your mouth. Not until it's too much and her legs relax as she lets herself collapse backward onto the counter, collapsing in an utter heap.

"Jesus fucking…" Jamie breathes out while she tries to come to. The poor thing looks fucked-out and beyond satisfied, taking the first breaths after coming down, shaking and shuddering in the afterglow.

You leave a parting kiss to her thighs before coming up to her level, leaving a trace of her own wetness smeared right there on her lips. She doesn't mind at all, tasting herself as she eagerly meets you halfway, wrapping her arms back around you to savor all that remains on your tongue.

"Wait, the muffins are—"

After abruptly pulling her lips away , her entire body seems to jump awake like a jolt to her system. Jamie struggles to turn off the oven on unsteady legs, grabbing the oven mitt that's hanging nearby and hoisting the hot baking tray out of the oven before dumping it right on the counter.

"Shit, they're ruined, these were supposed to be my best batch. Completely burnt. We don't have the ingredients for another…"

You don't even care in the slightest. Sure, they're on the complete opposite end of the color spectrum, nowhere close to golden, a bit crispy, and a lot blackened.

"I'm so sorry, but you wouldn't stop and you made me cum so hard, and now the muffins are burnt and—"

You bring her back in for a kiss, the only way you know to shut her up. "No more apologies. I'm sure they were going to be great, but I've already had the best thing in my mouth I could ever possibly want."

Jamie can't even hide her smile with a hand over her mouth. "Oh my god, you are such a corny motherfucker. Do you even hear yourself when you say shit like that?"

"Made you forget about those burnt muffins though, didn't it?"

Jamie pauses, contemplating that before rolling her eyes. "I'll let you get away with it this once. But if I can't offer you a muffin… then how about a blowjob, huh?"

"I’ll allow it, I guess," you say while taking a look around at all the damage littering every inch of the kitchen, broken eggshells, flour, oil—all along the countertop. And of course those charred muffins still sitting on the pan, untouched and far too inedible by any standards.

Jamie looks at you with the faintest of smiles, leaving the mess behind entirely. "Let me go wash up—then we can continue this in the bedroom?"

"I'll be waiting impatiently."

The moment Jamie walks in, your patience is immediately rewarded, the only thing covering her being a sheer, translucent pink robe tied loosely around her waist. There isn't enough left to the imagination, not with the way her body practically spills out, all those devilish curves visible under the soft, see-through fabric.

"Well, hello there," Jamie purrs while her feet brush against the carpet as she makes her way over to the bed, hips swaying with her fingers teasing the sash tied at her waist. "Sorry to keep you waiting so long."

That useless thing does little to cover a single inch of bare skin when she inches closer, almost completely naked. Your focus goes right to her cute, perky tits with pretty nipples poking through, all that pale, pristine skin in plain sight—it's all you can pay attention to.

"What do I get as compensation? I'm not a very patient guy."

She takes another step and stops right where you're sitting on the edge of the bed, just a breath away with a hint of a smirk etched across her lips.

"Me on my knees, begging for your cum down my stomach? How's that sound?"

You're almost too busy staring at her to even answer. "Well, it's a start. Anything else you'd like to add?"

With an impatient tug of the string, her robe slips loose, falling slowly off one shoulder and then the other, until the flimsy fabric pools onto the floor and she's left naked in her full glory—except for the thin, white, lacy stockings covering her legs up to her upper thighs.

"How about this? That'll sweeten the deal," she says while standing before you, one step forward closing that last gap between the two of you, so you can drool all over that delicious body, how not a thing is hidden to you in that tantalizing view. Her tight, sculpted body, those shapely hips leading right to a perfect ass—everything.

"Almost convinced."

Even with one brush of your fingers across her stocking clad legs, that makes her gasp, just as sensitive as the first time you laid a single finger on her skin. "So, is this enough? I'm willing to negotiate."

And she does so by cupping your crotch, giving a tight squeeze that gets you more than a little hard in your sweatpants. Her smile, and the way she works you through the fabric, has the blood rushing straight south, the anticipation, just the thought of her pillowy soft lips wrapping around you gets you a throb out.

"Yeah, I think I could agree to those terms."

"Hmm. I feel like you should get the full treatment," Jamie murmurs with her hands landing squarely on your thighs, slowly rubbing up and down, letting her hot breath ghost right above the waistband of your sweats. "These might have to come off..."

Before you can even say anything, Jamie drops down to her knees, tugging off your pants and boxers down with her—nothing left hiding your aching cock from bursting out.

"Shit, got you so hard, so quick," she groans with her fingers wrapping around your stiff cock, barely an inch away from her lips. "I didn't get any muffins, so guess I'll settle for this cock in my mouth instead."

Those words are the last you hear before her lips part, and you disappear inside that warm, wet heat as she swallows the first inch and starts to suck. The sweet suction of her lips around, the intense wetness, that little vibration from Jamie humming gets your cock throbbing in her little mouth, only groaning with more need as she pulls off with the sloppiest pop.

"Mmph," Jamie groans before going back for more, and her tongue swipes over every inch of you, trailing right from base to tip. She's nice and slow, taking you all the way to the back of her throat as her head bobs up and down—that warm mouth feeling far too good.

And even as you thread fingers in those soft locks, that only seems to arouse her more as the vibrations grow a little more intense, wet lips gliding back and forth as spit dribbles right down her chin.

"Fuck, that's so goddamn good," you say, her warm mouth so welcoming, tongue flicking all over your sensitive tip. The way she sucks gets so eager, like nothing would bring her more joy than being there on her knees sucking you dry.

"I serve to please. God, you taste amazing." Jamie strokes all along your length while sucking, giving the underside a long, flat swipe before devouring the whole length.

Nothing makes you more enamored than this, her warm mouth, her seductive eyes, the way she looks right up at you, eagerly bobbing and humming as if asking for more.

"Now that I've got you deep—you know, it'd make me the happiest girl around if you fucked my face. Give me exactly what I deserve."

For a brief moment you hesitate, just watching the hunger in Jamie as she looks up at you while keeping you lodged into the back of her throat, wanting you to do the rest and go as rough as you need. That's more than enough permission.

So with your grasp on her head, your fingers tangling deep into her soft hair, you start—back and forth in long strokes right into the back of that hot, slick throat, eyes widening at the first thrust.

Her mouth, god, it feels even better now, those soft lips and that wicked tongue giving you everything it has as your cock thrusts into her throat, Jamie’s pretty eyes watering, lips parted open, welcoming every inch as you fuck into that beautiful face.

"God, that's so good," you groan under the constant suction around your cock, and all you can do is continue pumping and pounding into that pretty little mouth. Jamie can't get enough, trying her hardest to make a complete mess, saliva pooling out her lips while you shove your way to the hilt, her hands on your thighs holding tight.

Her eyes stare up at you like they're ready to beg for it, and god, if that sight alone isn't your entire undoing, trying to hold back the urge to completely ruin Jamie's face. But she keeps her mouth open for more, her tongue dangling as spit oozes from it, slobbering and making a mess.

"This what you want, huh? To ruin this pretty face?" Punctuating every word with another deep pump, you thrust a little harder just for that loud, gag-worthy gurgle Jamie makes while keeping her lips sealed around you, letting you fuck deep.

Another slurp of a moan and more spit all over you, and the answer is definitely there, while those piercing eyes look like they're fucking demanding you for more. Not just a little more, but all that you've got. It's evident Jamie can't be content until you absolutely fill her with everything, no satisfaction until then.

"That's it, fuck, love when you choke me on it. Wanna feel it all down my throat," Jamie groans from below, voice absolutely strained, breathless, and so damn wrecked before going back down on your length, never breaking her focus while you shove her mouth back on you.

If she wants every single fucking inch, then who are you to deny such a request as she takes your cock balls deep down her throat without relent?

You hold her there with her nose pressed tight, locked right at the hilt with her eyes wide as they dart upwards—she's practically begging to keep choking on all this dick, saliva spilling all down her mouth and those spit bubbles that dribble out her mouth, unable to form a single word.

And by the smile that Jamie manages to keep, she doesn't mind the harsh treatment in the slightest, no, she savors it as she lets you take it all, the back of her throat so fucking tight, drool pouring out her lips.

"I want you to—mm, I need your cum," she chokes out, only taking your cock out to catch one ragged, desperate breath. "Please, I'm begging for it. Need your cum down my throat, want it so, so, bad—"

You can hardly think when you go right back in, letting her throat devour you, those perfect lips all wet and covered in spit, eyes so bright when the tears keep spilling.

"Then fucking have it," you growl.

Rougher, faster, those thrusts down her throat feel like fucking heaven.

A mess of spit dripping everywhere, down to her chest and out her mouth as the tightness coils up in your balls. Even as your climax draws near, you give every last bit, a few more relentless slams until it's too fucking much to handle—every sensation combining to get you there, her pleading eyes, every needy sound and all the built up tension that snaps like a twig.

"Shit, gonna fucking cum down your throat," you warn with another pump into that wet warmth of a mouth, holding Jamie's head down with a harsh, firm grip while you unload it all. The orgasm fires through you, emptying out every violent spurt straight down the back of her throat as she takes it, eyes locked, lips sealed around your base.

You don't begin to ease your grip for anything, riding out that high while Jamie continues to swallow, smiling as best she can while she guzzles down your load all the way into the back of her throat. And you keep her head in a firm grip long after that throat has drained you dry, balls empty, cock still twitching inside her mouth.

"J-Jesus, fuck—" Only when the sensitivity kicks in do you drag your cock slowly out from Jamie's swollen lips, mouth open, tongue sticking out while she catches her breath. When you pull free from her pretty mouth, her lips slurp one last time as her tongue lingers all around the tip before she leans back with a satisfied grin.

"Felt so good right? Because it did for me. Tasted so damn good too," Jamie gasps in between long, winded breaths, wiping off her chin as the last bit of your load leaks past her lips. Her eyes, her face—she looks perfectly wrecked in the very best of ways, breathing heavily while her lips leave a kiss at the head that gets another weak throb out of your cock.

"Always does, you know that already."

Another kiss to that swollen cockhead, while Jamie stares right at your overstimulated length, stroking it with her thumb teasing the underside. "Please—don't tell me you're done already. No way we're done with this."

That pouting face could convince you to go a thousand rounds, as well as the hand fondling at your balls, still trying to milk you of every fucking drop.

"No way you've had enough," she pleads, sealing her lips around the tip and sucking softly to feel the last twitches of life in your spent cock. "You can't already be all drained. Please... "

"Jamie, baby, when have I ever had enough of you? God, I'll never have enough. Not in a million years."

It takes one motion to get her back to her feet, right back into your arms as you press your lips to hers, finding her tongue with the greatest of ease as your lips collide.

"My appetite for cock can't be satisfied, either it seems. Guess we're both equally insatiable," she pants, smiling wide before catching your lower lip between her teeth, giving a gentle tug. "Can't get enough of that huge dick..."

A slap to her ass you give, making that tight body jolt in delight as a gasp slips free. "Good, because I never can have my fill, either."

Your tongue finds its way right back into the warmth of Jamie's mouth and soon, it's her you're lifting, carrying her toward the bed where she sinks back onto the sheets, leaning back.

"Give me everything you've got then, baby. I wanna feel every fucking inch of that cock, feel it in my guts. Fuck me as hard as you fucking can."

Jamie spreads her legs, wide, wide open with a sinful look all over her face while you get back onto the bed between her thighs, nice and close to the warmth that's aching for your cock. And the feeling is very mutual, with your hard length raring to go again, throbbing, rock hard, and desperate for a place deep inside her wet cunt.

"Come and take me, use me like I fucking deserve. God, I wanna get bred, don't make me beg anymore, please—"

Jamie says all these filthy things as you get right between her legs, cock lining up against that beautiful slit that's slick and wet with need, your tip pressing right at her opening with that look of absolute desperation on her face. That's one demand you're more than happy to grant, your shaft sliding inside her tight pussy, inch after inch swallowed up until her warmth completely envelops the whole of your length.

"There we go, fuck—show me how fucking bad you want me," Jamie breathes out with her lips parted, groaning at the way you fill her so nicely, so incredibly tight around you.

"God, you feel so good, Jamie. So fucking good." You stay like this for a moment, getting lost in her tight little cunt, how you fit so fucking well inside her, like it's where you belong.

"Fucking ruin me. Destroy my wet little pussy, until I can't even fucking walk."

That's all it takes for your hips to move, starting slow, shallow thrusts inside her tight, welcoming heat, speeding up as her lips part to let out the satisfaction. Every thrust gets harder than the last, filling Jamie again and again as her moans pour out, just like the slick covering your shaft.

"Just like that, f-fuck," Jamie manages with that cute voice, clutching the sheets, whimpering when her words falter. "G-give me it all—"

And she doesn't have to ask twice, not when her pussy squeezes so tight, wrapping that velvety flesh around your cock.

"This fucking pussy feels incredible," you groan through hard, steady strokes, watching the way Jamie takes each deep thrust, the look of absolute pleasure written clear on her face.

"Happy to be of service," Jamie teases in a small giggle, one that falters the second your hands goes to her waist to yank her body even closer, plunging deep. "Fuck, I'm so wet for your cock—harder, I need it harder, please, give it to me as hard as you can."

A hard, unapologetic thrust in response is all that it takes for the gasps to turn frantic as your cock forces its way deeper, hips moving on overdrive. In no time, you build up a harsh rhythm as your cock bottoms out to the hilt, each push getting you secured in all that warm wetness.

"Holy fuck," Jamie strains out while you start pounding her how she pleads for it, fucking into her soaked little cunt without any restraint. "That's fucking it. Don't fucking stop, get nice and deep, wanna fucking feel all of it."

Not a chance you'd deny that when she gives her body over to you, how wet she is, how those velvety, slick walls clench tight. She's like a fucking vice around you, tighter than anything you've ever experienced, and still, you feel the need for more, a frantic urge to break her in every single way possible.

So your rough thrusts continue, burying yourself inside her delicious heat, fucking harder into her body as her tits bounce from the impact.

"Love this pussy so much," you say, and lift her leg nice and high, the other following suit right on your shoulders as you fuck Jamie into the mattress. Your full weight pins her down, and somehow you get even deeper, the fabric of her stockings feeling so good on your bare skin.

"I fucking love the way you fill me with that cock—god, it feels so good, need to be destroyed with it all, fucking please—"

And her pleading is more than a little enticing, because fuck, when you get this girl going, the sounds she makes are so damn addicting, hearing every little beg and plead and moan.

"Tell me how badly you want me to cum to inside this gorgeous fucking pussy, Jamie. Just how bad do you want to be bred?" you growl while you catch her gaze, her pussy so tight like it’s squeezing the life out of your cock. "Because god, I'll breed you like a filthy fucking whore—as much as you want."

"S-so bad—please, breed my little pussy. It wants you so bad, wants your cock, your thick fucking cum. Keep fucking my tight hole until it's too much."

She begs and begs, and you drive your shaft deep, deeper than you thought possible into her silky walls that can’t stop squeezing around you and sucking you in, not letting go, not for anything. Your pace stays ruthless, pounding that tight, soaked hole raw while listening to the melody of sweet moans Jamie offers, each thrust another heavenly noise that fills the bedroom.

Another deep shove fills the room with the wet slap of skin on skin—and her body needs to feel each jostle, to really feel it, each deep plunge followed by another moan, another shudder through Jamie's body. One more hard thrust that really gets deep is all it takes for her to orgasm out of nowhere, no warning—nothing but the cries she makes, her toes curling right above your shoulder blades, feet dangling high up in the air, eyes rolling back.

That sudden wave of tightness from Jamie, it's fucking overwhelming.

Having her gush all over your cock as her walls flutter, it's more overwhelming for her too—legs trembling, letting a loud, pathetic sob free as it hits her entire body. And fuck, does she cum hard like always, convulsing on your cock with these violent clenches and every sweet gasp you'd ever hope to hear.

"Oh fuck, shit, that's—" That's all she manages to get out as the aftershocks don't seem to cease, body still shaking. Jamie clenches and clenches, as if seeking every last ounce of pleasure, trying to prolong that mind blowing release in whatever way she can. "Fucking use me, cum in me, please, use my body so you can fucking breed me."

What comes next, it's you obliging, taking her long legs off your shoulders just to fold her in half. Knees bent and ass up to get every ounce of leverage you need, to fuck her as rough and deep as physically possible, just like she craves.

"S-shit, so deep!"

Jamie takes every thrust, never getting enough. Never protesting when you get so rough, drilling your stiff length so far inside her that she's practically screaming from the force of it. Not a second where her body isn't welcoming every throbbing inch, a lust-filled moan to pair with every balls deep thrust.

"That's fucking it, exactly where I need you, ruin me," she urges while taking you into her wet pussy, relentless as she wants as you split her right open.

So easy to do with the position she's in, stocking-covered legs spread so fucking wide, her tight little cunt dripping wet—she's the perfect picture of depravity right now, completely vulnerable and eager to be used like a fucking toy.

"God, Jamie—"

And it doesn't get any easier to resist, your cock pounding into her hard and fast with all the strength your hips can muster. Your heavy balls slapping against her ass, making the bed creak, just downright feral to empty your balls once more inside the girl's heavenly warmth, ignoring everything but the tight grip and the desperate look on those fucked-out features.

"It's so, god, right there," she whimpers, unable to form any proper sentences the harder you pound her into the mattress.

Impossible to resist that filthy voice beckons to every single primal urge, her eyes peering down, watching how your entire cock rams deep into her wet cunt, only a few more thrusts left in you before you shoot deep.

"Shit, don't fucking stop, fill my pussy right up with all that cum," Jamie pleads so frantically, the words tumbling from her lips, so tight the moment you draw your cockhead all the way out only to slam right back in.

You're nearly there, the pleasure skyrocketing, hips far too out of control as you keep up the animalistic pace, relentless and deep and every fucking bit as unforgiving as Jamie wants—drilling deep into that hungry cunt, needing your release flooding right into her.

"Please, breed me, make me your messy little cumdump. Unload in me, unload everything, want it all in my soaked little hole until there's nothing left for you to give—"

Not much you can say on your end to match that, nothing to do but savor these last thrusts as you pound deep, each stroke, each thrust, balls slapping so harshly against her ass as the constant wet squelches fill through the entire room.

Words fail you, with your shaft plunging right into that place of no return, and Jamie clenches so impossibly tight, a final hard thrust that has you exploding without hesitation—emptying every hot, white spurt deep. Endless throbs, and the cum from your balls is even more endless, so thick, heavy, and plentiful—it's downright fucking volcanic the way it erupts as you keep her pinned, all folded up under you and taking it deep, legs left dangling, painting her insides in one merciless pump.

"Oh my god, there it is—all inside me, fuck, you pumped me so f-full, shit," Jamie gasps between a drawn-out, desperate sigh, as you follow her instructions and keep fucking that load deep, making sure it reaches the very depths where it belongs in her womb.

One slow pump after the next, to the hilt, even as all that creamy white starts to overflow out of her.

Even the slightest movement after is met with so much resistance, and Jamie still feels so tight despite the slick, easy slide—because you've definitely bred her to the fucking brim. It's only once the throbbing starts to subside do you pull out nice and slow, easing yourself right out of her messy cunt, the feeling of emptiness absolutely unbearable.

"Fuck, Jamie," you mutter through long, winded breaths, while you watch the scene before you: that pussy all stretched out, wetness everywhere. Your cum leaking out onto her thighs, and her beautiful face and disheveled hair the perfect combo. "This pussy looks so good when it's—"

"When it's full of cum, all used, and stretched out?" Jamie giggles, finishing your sentence as she reaches a hand down her slit, collecting a mix of both yours and her fluids on two fingertips. Her tongue is out before those digits drag across, leaving her taste buds nice and coated, lips sucking them dry. "Yeah, it does. Love the way your thick, hot load spills out..."

The funny thing is, she's more energetic than you, no doubt about it when you fall forward, a sweaty mess just like her. It's almost embarrassing how your cock starts to grow hard all over again from watching Jamie play with her sticky, cum-filled pussy, and you realize you're still just as ravenous as her.

"Careful," Jamie taunts, already noticing how hard you stay in her grip. "We might be here a while if you keep this up."

That's not the worst problem in the world. In fact, there's no issue that keeps you from kissing at her neck with whatever leftover strength remains inside. "I don't see the problem. Next time I breed you, I'll just stay inside."

Another giggle is all she lets out before a grin spreads. "As much as I'd like that, not sure if you have the energy anymore... think you can really give it to me again?"

"I'll fucking find it. Believe me, I could stay in this fucking pussy forever. I'm more than ready to go whenever."

Jamie runs her fingers along your sensitive length, giving a soft squeeze to prove you wrong. "Then how about right now? Come and fill me to the brim again, as much as you fucking have. Pound me until your balls are nice and drained one more time."

She strokes a couple of times before your twitch in response is unmistakable, your hips jerking back while she smiles from how sensitive you still are after that intense climax.

"That's what I thought. Gonna need more recovery than you want to admit."

"Y-yeah, maybe. Give me five minutes though and I'll—"

Her finger presses against your lips, hushing you in an instant. "Take your time. Trust me, I will not be going anywhere. I'll be here creaming all over this fat cock again whenever you're ready."

"God, I love how dirty your fucking mouth gets. Might need less than five minutes then," you say and groan at Jamie's soft, tender strokes against your cock, thumb tracing its slit as she kisses you once more.

"Mmm... however long it takes," she purrs with a few more pumps at a leisurely pace. "If we're lucky, your heavy balls will fill back up, so I can feel your cum burst again inside me. Maybe in my ass? Or down my throat again—there's so many options."

You're content to just kiss Jamie while you recover, groaning every few pumps when the sensations feel overwhelming. But fuck, she knows exactly how to stroke, the tightness, that subtle pressure right where you need it. It has your cock back at full attention faster than you realize. "On second thought…"

No chance to even finish that sentence. Jamie helps you off the bed and back onto your feet, and then you're heading down the hallway towards the shower faster before you can even realize.

---

"Can't believe you've got enough energy to lift me, no less do this," Jamie teases, her wet body held up by your hands under her ass, legs spread wide, plunging your aching cock in her tight, inviting entrance. And god, does she take every inch—cunt pulsating around as her mouth parts, head falling back at the stretch.

"You don't really give me a choice. Teasing little brat like you, making it impossible to keep my hands off. What did you fucking expect?" you growl, slamming her down on your full length, fingers digging into her ass.

"Exactly this," she answers back with a lewd, sinful moan. "Couldn't stay away from how good your cock feels in my pussy. Really can't blame you."

You never can. She should know that. No amount of exhaustion is enough to stop your carnal desires, and to be fair, those same impulses can't ever satisfy her, either.

Not when she's like this, so eager to spread her legs and let her sweet, tight little pussy swallow the whole of you. It isn't long before the shower gets filled by wet, harsh slaps of skin on skin, and frantic moans that bounce right off the walls—the room completely fogging up as you slam her onto your shaft, over and over.

And the noises she makes sound downright desperate when she cums on your cock in a matter of moments, the tightness becoming so much too fast, threatening to take you right along with her.

"Your fucking cock is too addicting," Jamie whimpers, almost an apology for climaxing so fast, limbs tightening around you in search of every last bit of bliss. You just bounce her on your cock the best you can manage, still pummeling the poor girl’s pussy through every moment of pleasure.

Not a word leaves your lips, because there isn't a point. Not when your own climax hits. No point at all, when the intensity overwhelms, her velvety, clenching walls coaxing you to burst again. Can't do a thing other than keep Jamie pinned right against that cold tile as her limbs wrap around, scratching at your back under the steam while you plunge balls deep—again, again, and again. Until you explode, filling her up as she moans at the sudden warmth.

"P-please, empty it all," Jamie pleads, lips right against your ear, leaving a trail of kisses along your neck, milking every last drop for a load that seems just as plentiful—as copious, as the last to say the very least.

This feeling, being deep inside Jamie, making sure every single spurt floods her, it's even more addictive. As if her warm cunt tries even harder to drain your balls, swallowing up as much cum as possible, while her thighs hold you hostage even as your legs threaten to give.

"F-fuck, Jamie—"

"Poor thing... you're actually exhausted, aren't you?" she giggles, voice soft in your ear as the two of you stay right like this, wet bodies clinging close to one another. You're so weak and drained, but you do your best to hide it, to deny any exhaustion while your grip starts to falter.

"I'd love to tell you 'no' but... god, your pussy makes it difficult to say otherwise."

Jamie slides her tongue along the shell of your ear. "Seems like you can stay hard at the very least. Even when the rest of you has completely shut off.

"You think I wouldn't after how hard I just came?"

"That's fair, can't say it's much better over here, to be honest. God, your cock always makes me gush... if you weren't holding me, I'd probably be lying on the shower floor."

As the energy slowly comes back, you're able to move your arms enough to let Jamie down to her feet again, being as careful as possible before she has to stand up herself. That sweet, loving laugh escapes when she almost stumbles backwards—but she regains balance, gripping the bar behind you both for stability as you both watch your mess drip from between her legs.

"Okay, maybe not a great idea to keep going yet. One of us needs some strength left, because this thick cock fucked me stupid."

"Job well done, I'd say then."

"Job done a little too well... my pussy needs a break—a short one. Then, we'll see what happens."

---

Nothing of note happens for the next few hours, with the two of you grabbing a late meal, one that Jamie manages to not get distracted from. Something simple: steak and veggies, a quick meal she whips up that’s enough to replenish your energy.

"Internet guy never showed. Asshole," Jamie says, checking her phone as she sits there and bites into some red potato. "Said he'd be here two hours ago like, four orgasms ago."

"We'll live. Didn't even remember until you mentioned it."

"Yeah, guess you're right," Jamie says, shoving a piece of steak into her mouth. "More time to fuck."

You almost choke from the food as you try to not laugh too loudly. "Thought you said you needed a break."

"A short break," Jamie reminds, with an instant smirk, licking the sauce off of her bottom lip as she eyes you, the glance all too fleeting. "A girl can't go too long without dick or I'll go crazy. Or internet."

"Think you're already crazy. Not complaining."

"Yeah, a little. Crazier since... especially today. Jesus, I've never been this horny in my whole fucking life—you'd think I'm in heat or something.”

"My horny little brat," you say, leaning back into the chair, enjoying the food.

"Hey, I'm not a—well... you know. Not going to argue against that."

"Right," you mumble with a roll of your eyes, taking another bite. "This steak is fucking amazing by the way. Seriously, maybe the best one I've ever had in my life."

"Because I'm the best fucking cook in the world," Jamie replies, with a slight cockiness that accompanies her grin. "You're so lucky then—amazing food, and, well, amazing pussy after."

"Not a bit of ego, either."

"It's not ego, just true," she explains between bites, shrugging her shoulders with the utmost confidence. No argument can be made there, given her culinary skills, and that mouth of hers. It'd be impossible to call her arrogant, because all those things can definitely be proven time and time again.

Afterwards, the dishes end up forgotten, another rough kiss between the two of you against the kitchen counter. You're not even sure you have another full-on round in you, but the way her body looks in this ruffled little black skirt and cropped tank top—that ass peeking out whenever she leans just right onto the counter, fuck, you're damn ready to test your limits.

"I mean, we can just talk for a little while if you're—"

"Yeah, no," you cut off, her hand going right towards your jeans, palming your length from over the thin layer of denim.

"Good, I was gonna say the same thing," Jamie says, biting on her lower lip with a sultry smile. She's relentless, and so is your cock, already throbbing against her palm while your pants get a little tighter.

Next thing you know, she's all bent over the couch, ass raised and high as can be, everything gone except for that tiny little black thong left on that you get the perfect view of her from this angle. With her thong nestled nice and deep between those gorgeous cheeks, your cock is painfully hard when she slobbers all over your cockhead—knees resting on the cushions, tongue swirling circles on its underside, licking the most sensitive places.

"I've been thinking of having your cock in my ass the entire day... just getting you a little ready. Or getting myself a little ready."

Fuck, she has no idea how good she is with that mouth, lips so soft and warm against your stiff cock. Your head falls back from the attention on your tip, hands at the back of Jamie's head, not really guiding, but lingering.

"You're already so fucking hard again," Jamie says after her mouth pulls away, replaced by her slender fingers. "Someone really loves my mouth on his cock."

"Pretty sure someone loves a cock in her ass just as much," you counter and feel that wet tongue at your shaft's base, slurping at your balls before licking up all the way towards your tip, her warm spit coating you completely.

"Someone loves a cock in me anywhere…"

Jamie spits on your cock before she sinks down onto your length again, swallowing to the base, letting it stay buried at the back of her throat for as long as she can take it. The look in her eyes is your cue—she's already bent over the couch, so what else is there to wait for, really?

"Hurry up and shove this massive thing inside my ass. Come on, get me stretched wide open, filled and dripping with your hot cum."

She says that like you're not already planning it while you're staring at her delicious ass, already fantasizing about it with her mouth slobbering on every inch. But the warmth of her mouth isn't anywhere near to where you need to be, as you get right behind and grab two greedy handfuls of her ass, squeezing, fondling to your heart's desire.

Only one thing left to do, and that's rip that thong right off her tight ass, tossing the ruined pair to the floor as you get her sweet puckered hole all glistening with lube, ready for a cock to devour.

Despite your earlier exhaustion, your cock is still so aching and hard, coated from her drool and completely slick, her tightest hole just waiting for you when you spread those cheeks apart, pressing the tip to her tight back entrance.

And her needy, adorable whines just make everything as soon as your cockhead pushes past that impossibly tight ring of muscle without pause.

"Oh my fucking god," she gasps, clearly overwhelmed with the stretch. "Always so fucking good—p-please, more, I wanna feel your whole fat cock stuffed so deep inside my ass."

The tightness alone has you groaning as the first inch sinks in, then the next—sinking even deeper into her asshole, until you feel your hips pressed up against her soft cheeks, the entire thing buried to the hilt.

"Jesus, baby, you feel so good," you groan, just marveling at how her ass takes you to the hilt.

"F-fuck," Jamie gasps, fingers curling so roughly against the arm of the couch. "Never get used to the size of this thing. God, it's all the way inside..."

"That's what you wanted, right? Too much?"

"Don't worry about me—go, I can take it," Jamie assures, already shifting against the tip, making her feel the exact depth it reaches.

The grip of her asshole is already so suffocatingly tight, and you're raring to fuck her as hard as she wants, to pound her until you're spent. A slow movement out has her biting right down, knuckles turning white from gripping the couch so tight, and she nearly yelps from the loss once your tip pulls out. But the thrust that follows as you slam back in, plunging balls deep —her reaction is enough to make sure that there are absolutely no doubts about anything anymore.

"Holy shit, pound my fucking ass," Jamie says, or rather cries out, mouth hanging wide open as you lean over her back, to grip her shoulders for something to keep you anchored. With your entire shaft buried to the hilt, pulling right back out doesn't come easy, but you manage, until just the tip still stays inside—

And that's the best view you could ever imagine, her greedy little asshole swallowing you back inside, refusing to let you go until every inch is right back home.

"Mmmph, don't stop, don't stop!" Her moans come in one after the next, in rapid succession just like your thrusts. You've got her naked body pressed right there against the edge of the sofa, drilling her asshole with a constant echo of skin on skin through the room, each impact of your hips slamming against her plump cheeks so goddamn hypnotic.

"Fuck, your ass is always so tight," you groan, burying your length completely into her. The pace reaches a more frantic one, until she's screaming a resounding 'yes!' on repeat, pleading and begging.

"Because my ass loves this cock. Loves to take your load—loves having you filling my holes full of your fucking cum. Don't stop, just keep pounding me. Fucking love how good you feel, god—"

That's just the thing you need, all you can think about—the way those cheeks bounce right against you every time you pull back, just to slam deep into that tight clenching asshole. And when you get your hands back to her hips and angle her up just a bit higher, her mouth falls open again, and you know right then that this perfect ass will be your end.

"Feels so fucking good," Jamie barely lets out between hard breaths. "So fucking good, just like that. Wanna feel that cock throbbing in my ass and pouring cum so deep into me."

She takes every hard thrust while begging for more, trying so hard to press her hips back to take it deeper. Her ass just swallows you hole, clenching even tighter when you give those pale cheeks a hard slap, one and then the other, thrusting so deep without holding anything back. "Love being in your ass, baby. Love it so much."

Those frantic gasps she gives in response get you even harder somehow, as does the sight of your cock impaling her little hole doing far too much damage to your sanity.

You get a little greedy, pulling her ass back onto your throbbing cock, spreading those cheeks so wide so you can see every inch disappear. It's not even fair how good it feels, how tight she clenches when you pound hard, until those limits creep up on you.

"Shit, Gonna cum, god, gonna fill your little asshole—"

"Please, fucking please, need it, need it now," Jamie lets out, so desperate in her tone, turning her head just enough to watch you unload. "FIll me, pump me full, please, god, need it so bad."

That does the trick—the way her hot little asshole feels wrapped around you, the way those spread cheeks bounce when you plunge the whole thing in as you cum inside of her, harder than ever, shooting thick spurts inside that beautifully gaped hole without trepidation.

Every burst feels more pleasurable, feeling her contracting around every inch of your cock, desperate to milk out more seed, to get your load so incredibly deep. It's difficult to keep a steady breath, almost delirious from the violent throbs as you pump it all between those delicious cheeks, fingertips digging so harshly into the soft flesh.

"So good—god, your ass is so fucking good, Jamie, holy fuck," you groan, squeezing her ass for dear life as you fill her to the brim.

She gives her own appreciative smile looking back, nearly out of breath herself when the last few pumps into her already-filled ass drag out one final rush of warmth.

"Your cock is even fucking better," Jamie sighs, and you just stay buried to the hilt, running a hand along the curve of her sweaty back, just enjoying the way she feels tightening around you.

The more that you start coming down from the high though, the more exhausted your body finally begins to register. You feel that fatigue hit, limbs feeling heavy as you pull out, inch after inch with the thickest cum seeping out slowly behind it. There's the lewd sight of her fucked-open asshole gaping, the sheer amount of white that has no where to go but soaking into the cushions below.

"We got all sweaty again. After taking a shower..." Jamie says, trying her best not to collapse on her face. "Fuck, I'm leaking so much right out of my asshole, it's fucking amazing."

"We're going to run out of water at this point," you reply, keeping those cheeks wide to get a closer look at your handiwork.

"Can just shower later, too tired, fuck. Your cock is a killer workout. Wore me out."

"Me? Pretty sure you're the one that drove me to this. Begging for me in your ass. Wearing that tiny little useless thong," you laugh, leaning over to kiss her softly on the neck.

"Hey, I'm not apologizing for that. Seriously, if your dick wasn't in my ass so often, I'd go insane. It's that good. Can't blame me for wanting you to just live there."

"Right." You catch your breath and recover, sitting down on the sofa in a futile attempt to not collapse, arms resting on the back as Jamie soon finds her place on your lap. "So, more?"

"You horny bastard. I'm still dripping cum out of my ass right now—seriously, I need a break." Jamie says with a weak giggle when she shifts back and leans against you, your cock between those perfect cheeks, all smeared with remnants of lube and cum. "Like, a couple days maybe. I've gotta be able to walk at some point.

"You said you needed a break like two poundings ago. And now we're at days? Where's the insatiable Jamie gone?"

"Insatiable Jamie runs out of energy faster when you pound me like that. Not that I'm complaining. God, I swear, I don't know how I didn't cum from that. But, break. For real."

"What fun is that? Who's gonna keep my dick satisfied then?"

Jamie just groans with a hint of laughter. "Not my poor asshole, obviously. I thought you were exhausted too, no?"

"I was. Your tight little ass changed that."

A roll of her pretty eyes accompanies those words, another kiss to your lips as her mouth stays so close, like she won't dare to pull away. "Fucking addict. You're so obsessed with my body, aren't you?"

"Says the one that never shuts the hell up about my dick," you say, pressing her warm body even tighter against you. "Not my fault you're so fucking breedable."

"That's me, for sure. The most breedable girl you'll ever meet. Very proud of that." Jamie laughs, not even the least bit shy about that fact. And tired as she might be, her hips seem to have a mind of their own as they start a slow grind against your sensitive cock between her ass, almost an unconscious action while the both of you recover.

"Thought you were done?"

Jamie says nothing, but the expression is perfectly readable. It's the little smile playing at her lips as she presses her hips back and sinks down on you so easily. "I'm not saying you can fill me up again right this moment—but there's no problem with letting your cock get all warm and comfortable in my tight little cunt, right?"

"Such a tease. Even after how hard you got fucked in the ass," you groan, but don't protest when all that wet warmth wraps right back around you, even without either of you moving.

"Nuh-uh, you're the tease for making me so addicted. For breeding me so much and getting me so sensitive and wet and, god, so horny, twenty-four seven."

"Right. Very manipulative I am. One hundred percent my fault, of course."

She buries her face into your neck, trying her best not to move on top of you, yet those hips rock slowly with you completely seated in her velvety insides, like it's just the natural state of being. "Absolutely not letting you go now. That huge, beautiful dick will forever belong inside me."

The only thing left is a sigh, relaxing back into the couch and giving Jamie another kiss to those pretty pink lips, because you know eventually those hips are going to start up—and your cock will never pull free.

Not that you'll ever object to that—never have, never will.

"What are you cooking? Smells like heaven." Shuffling closer from behind Jamie, you grab hold of her hips, hands getting more than a little greedy with her body.

"Trying out a new recipe. Something a bit more spicy than usual, so hopefully it turns out okay."

"If it's you, I'm sure it'll be amazing."

Your mouth leaves a trail of gentle kisses along Jamie's neck, just soft, loving ones that get her a little squirmy with all the attention.

"Hey, no fair, distracting me. Need to watch the stove or I might burn this."

"I'll stay right here watching with you then—no distracting at all, I promise."

"Uh-huh, somehow I doubt that very much," Jamie laughs, pushing her hips right back into yours, with you wrapped nice and close around her. But it's hard not to resist when she's got that pretty little white sundress showing off so much bare back, with her dark hair tied up into a loose ponytail, leaving the entire canvas available for your touch.

And well, that dress is shorter than expected. With Jamie constantly bent forward to tend to whatever food is cooking, you catch plenty of her plump asscheeks practically on full display without panties to be found. Just smooth, creamy thighs—plenty of delicious flesh waiting to be touched, those ample curves just far too easy for the wandering hands to keep to themselves.

"What did I say about not distracting me?" Jamie sighs, shaking her head at your palms exploring under her dress to grab a full handful of her ass.

"Me? You're the one tempting me. Really, if you're not wearing anything underneath, that's really not fair."

"Tomorrow is laundry day. Not my fault I keep running out of underwear because someone loves ripping them off me," Jamie says, continuing to stir whatever is in that skillet with a delicious smelling aroma. "Almost done anyway... just have to let it simmer. You'll survive a couple more minutes, and then you can have a piece, promise."

"Of you or the food?"

Jamie giggles when your mouth lingers around her neck, continuing the barrage of feather-light kisses. "Whatever you're the most hungry for."

You surrender with a last kiss on the opposite side. "Okay, fine. I'll grab some wine."

"It's like you read my mind. Bottle's over by the fridge."

A glance at the skillet and it feels like torture to pull yourself off the warmth of her back, heading over to grab the glasses and wine—coming back to find Jamie has switched off the stove, the sizzle all but gone.

Glasses filled and dishes plated, you don't even make it to the kitchen table after taking a bite, wine forgotten as you push Jamie right against the counter—spinning her around and hiking that short dress all the way up to expose her absolutely gorgeous cunt.

"Well, how is it?" Jamie asks, looking over her shoulder while you practically rip your shorts down, fishing your painfully throbbing cock out with nothing on your mind other than the desire to get right inside.

"Fucking delicious. Can't wait to have another bite," you groan while your cock sinks between those pale cheeks . So wonderfully warm, swallowing you all the way to the hilt with one deep plunge.

"T-told you I was the best chef," Jamie gasps, clutching the edge of the counter when you grab onto her hips, pulling her back onto every inch. There's not a lot of talking, just that intense tightness around your cock and the sound of your hips slamming right into her wet cunt—sharing a forkful of that delicious meal with Jamie until her moans drown out any coherent thoughts.

“God, you feel so fucking good. Can't get enough of this pussy."

She clenches at that even tighter, pushing back against you, lips parted for another moan. “Y-yeah? Prove it… don’t stop.”

There's no reason to slow down or even think—all you want to do is to pound her pussy and let that body drive you insane, no other care in the world other than the way her perfect, plump ass keeps bouncing back against your hips.

"God, keep fucking pounding me," Jamie pleads, her wet walls pulling you impossibly deeper until there's not a single part of your cock not being devoured. Every thrust has her whining a little bit more, a little louder. Another bite of the food and you're both back to where you were—you fucking her from behind, her hands so desperate to hold onto something before she collapses in pleasure.

"Cum in me," she demands, fingers clenching hard on the surface, back arching against every punishing thrust. It's more a plea than anything—forcing your cock balls deep to drive herself into a moaning mess. And no other option would ever feel better right now, the taste of that sinfully good food lingering with every stroke of your cock in that tight heat.

Your hips slam hard, your cock pistons deep, and you're far past the need to fill her up entirely, plunging as fast as humanly possible into her. A squeeze of that soft flesh while she takes one final slam, and you unload an unimaginable amount of thick, warm spurts inside that perfect cunt, pumping your seed far, far into those slippery depths.

Nothing else but these loud grunts, rocking your hips a few more times as your balls empty into Jamie without pause, not wanting a single drop to escape. Your breathing comes in hard, still buried, still a little light-headed from the pleasure, especially with the look she gives, nothing but pure elation.

Just pure lust, and that content little smile that barely needs words.

"Can't let the food get cold, yeah?" Jamie says with a cute giggle after the intensity subsides, feeding you a bite while you stay hilted in her the entire time.

"Of course not. Can't let something so delicious go to waste," you manage, grabbing a glass of wine to wash it down.

"My pussy or the meal I made you?" Jamie asks, and she leans back to catch the sweetest, shortest of kisses while her free hand stays at your cheek, palm rubbing over your skin.

"Both. My two favorite things to eat."

Jamie smiles, her fingers raking through your hair best she can with her pussy still clenching around your cock. "You are such a loser. It's so cute."

And in that moment, with the two of you feeling too right to separate, the taste of her lips is a far better choice than that delicious plate of food, you simply stare into her eyes, relishing this moment.

Until the doorbell suddenly rings.

A most unpleasant sound that interrupts everything, Jamie looking equally as annoyed until her eyes go wide at the sudden realization.

"Oh shit. It's probably the internet guy. I completely forgot they were coming today to fix our shitty connection."

"Always with the worst timing. Fucking fantastic," you groan, cock pulsing while still buried inside Jamie. "They just had to show up while I'm balls deep inside you."

That makes Jamie nearly fall over from laughter, still staying there on that countertop all bent over. "To be fair, that's like, the majority of the time we're alone. Not his fault."

"Tell him to come back later. This takes priority."

"Are you serious? We've waited this long, are you suggesting that I yell for the internet guy to come back later because you don't wanna get your dick out of me yet?"

"That is what I'm suggesting, yes."

"Absolutely not, you horny freak. Look, this should only take a few minutes and then I'm all yours for the rest of the day. Just pull out and stick it back inside when he's done." Jamie says, grinding her hips a bit in hopes you'll get the message.

You sigh. Loudly, because what she’s asking might as well be worse than death. "Fine. Ugh, fine. Let's get this over with, go answer that."

There's nothing quite as disappointing as having your cock retreat from the comforting confines of her cunt. Jamie fixes her dress and hair, taking time to at least look somewhat presentable, despite going to answer the door with your cum dripping down her thighs.

"Behave yourself," Jamie tells you as she looks behind her one last time. "Otherwise I'm sure Mr. internet guy would be horrified to walk in and see that thing waving around."

Absurd. That you're getting a lecture by the girl who treats underwear like it's optional, even in public. But she leaves before you can offer much retort, opening the door while you try to keep your arousal contained by shoving your shaft back in your pants.

Nearly an hour. That's how long you have to wait with Mr. internet guy fiddling with wires and equipment—while Jamie gives sultry glances the entire time. An hour of no touching. An hour of no contact. An hour of pretending nothing has ever felt better than anything between those creamy thighs, the best thing to have ever held your cock so perfectly.

"Almost finished up. All the testing I've run shows there are no further errors. I did replace the router, and all cables in the house. Speed check showed no drops or lagging. You shouldn't be having problems again," he tells Jamie, while she's laying down on the sofa and her legs are so damn open that you get the most sinful view with him looking away. She knows exactly what the hell she's doing, angling her body just the right way and trying her best to turn you on right in front of a stranger.

"Good to hear," Jamie answers, turning her gaze your way—locking eyes. You can read her lips when he's not watching, and there's nothing subtle at all in the words you catch, a simple little 'fuck me' that grows more frustrating by the second.

Another five, maybe ten minutes at most and then he's finally gone, packing his tools back into his bag and heading on his way. It doesn't even take a second before Jamie is crashing to her knees, slipping down in front of the couch and hooking her fingers around the waistband of your pants—pulling them right down to your ankles in an instant.

"So fucking cock hungry. Did not expect an entire hour to have this massive thing waiting for me," Jamie groans, so damn impatient with the way she pounces onto your lap—tossing that dress right to the floor and sinking right down on your cock. No wasting any more time, just the view of her naked body, hips slamming down and tits bouncing with every motion.

"You're such a fucking tease," you tell her, yanking your shirt right off over your head so you can get as comfortable as she already is.

"I know. Your face looked miserable. Worst hour of your life, I'd imagine."

"Poor guy was just trying to do his job, you know. And there you were, eye-fucking me the entire time while he's right there."

"I'm sure that was at the bottom of his list of worries. Now he's gone, and I get to ride this cock for hours."

So the usual, really—just you, sitting there, with your hands right on her ass, slipping a finger inside her asshole, making Jamie moan from the sudden extra stimulation. That makes her move even faster, no sense of gentleness when those hips rise, falling down without care, riding you hard with her legs so spread to show off every inch sinking inside that dripping cunt.

"I needed this too," she lets out, pausing just enough to push your shoulders back, practically shoving you until your back is laid out on the sofa. "Needed to get bred one more time before bed."

Jamie is nothing but ravenous as she moves those hips so fast, hands exploring all over your body while you keep yourself occupied fingering her ass, the other on her back to hold her steady. She's utterly soaked, taking every thrust eagerly and rolling her delicious hips with those moans loud in your ears.

There's a forcefulness to her riding, leaning back and using her hands braced behind her on your legs for leverage—to leave her tits right on display as she picks up the pace with a few sharp, deep slams.

And without warning, you're digging your fingers into that ample backside, groaning when you pull her down hard, impaling her pussy one final time before your cock starts throbbing wildly—firing that thick load into her, emptying out your balls deep in her tight little pussy.

Jamie doesn't stop even for a moment, moving until that last bit of cum is pumped into her, milking you right to the end. You don't even have a chance to protest, watching the way she lifts off you, all that mess dripping out before she sits her ass down and drops back down on your messy cock.

"Said I was gonna ride this cock for hours, didn't I? Don't even really care about the internet anymore, now," she says with her cunt gripping you tight, hips relentless in the way she continues. It's a scene you're too tired to fight, especially as Jamie rides her way to one orgasm after another.

"You're fucking insane," you say between breaths, collapsed into the sofa with no desire at all to move as she keeps that ass bouncing in your lap.

"Blame your amazing dick," Jamie says, grinding herself down and not caring one bit about your poor, overstimulated cock getting sucked right back inside her. And god, does she keep you buried for quite a while—a real test of your endurance.

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By the time you end up in the sheets, you're both exhausted—you more so than her, clinging to each other close with that silky soft skin against you. A comfortable weight on your chest as you wrap an arm around her, sharing a lazy kiss and indulging in her taste.

"I think we got a little carried away today," she murmurs, unable to hide her giggles.

"What gave you that idea?"

Jamie shifts a bit so she can stare right into your eyes—absolutely captivating, that it almost makes you forget how sore and spent your body feels. "How many times did you breed me? Like, three, four times today alone? Most of your cum went right inside me—except that one where I jerked you off on my face. God, that load was massive."

"If you think this is going to get me all worked up again, don't bother. I'm fucking spent. Balls empty, not a single drop left. "

That makes Jamie burst into even louder giggles, finding a new spot to snuggle against your shoulder and rest her head on.

"I can assure you, the idea didn't once cross my mind. Even if I'm more cum-hungry than usual lately, we can take it easy tomorrow."

That's enough to make you sigh in relief, almost collapsing right then and there into sleep.

"You poor thing. Tomorrow we'll just do nothing. Sleep in late, watch some movies—that kind of thing. No getting out of bed at all if we don't have to."

"Sounds amazing," you say, nearly asleep before the words leave your mouth.

She kisses your chest, lips lingering there for a moment. "Well, good night to you. Sweet dreams. I promise to behave."