#fuh

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Daniela had known about your body for months.

She knew you came fast—sometimes embarrassingly fast—the second you slid inside her.

But she also knew the part that made her eyes sparkle with mischief; once you started, you almost never went soft.

Even after you finished, your cock stayed hard, thick, and ready for more. It was like your body had a switch that only turned off when she decided it was time.

And tonight, Daniela was in the mood to take full advantage.

You had both just gotten back from a long dinner with her members. The moment the front door clicked shut, she kicked off her heels and turned to you with that look—the one that said she had been thinking about this the entire night.

She walked over slowly, hips swaying, and pushed you gently backward until you sat down on the edge of the bed.

“You were quiet during dinner,” she said, voice low. “I could see you watching me the whole time.”

You swallowed, already feeling the familiar heat building in your stomach. “You looked good tonight.”

She smiled, slow and knowing. “I wore this dress for you.”

The dress hugged her body perfectly—short enough to show off her legs, tight enough to remind you exactly what was underneath. She climbed onto your lap, straddling you, and kissed you deep and slow. Her hands slid under your shirt, nails lightly scratching your stomach.

“I’ve been wet since we left the restaurant,” she whispered against your lips. “Thinking about how fast you cum… and how you stay hard for me afterward.”

You groaned softly, hands gripping her thighs. “Dani…”

She kissed you again, then pulled back just enough to look into your eyes.

“I want you to cum inside me tonight,” she said quietly. “As many times as I want. Until my stomach starts to show it.”

Your cock twitched hard in your pants.

She felt it and smiled.

“Already?” she teased. “We haven’t even started.”

She reached down and unzipped your pants, pulling your cock out. It was already hard, thick, and leaking at the tip. She wrapped her hand around you and stroked slowly, watching your face the whole time.

“Look at you,” she murmured. “So eager.”

She didn’t take her dress off. She just hiked it up to her waist, pushed her panties to the side, and lined you up with her entrance. She was already soaked.

She sank down slowly, taking you in one smooth motion until you were buried to the hilt.

The moment you bottomed out, you groaned and came.

Your cock pulsed inside her, spilling thick ropes of cum deep into her pussy. Your hips jerked up involuntarily as the orgasm hit you fast and intense.

Daniela moaned softly, rolling her hips in slow circles as she felt you filling her.

“Already cumming for me?” she whispered, voice warm and amused.

You were still panting, cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “Shit—sorry… I couldn’t hold it.”

“That’s okay, baby. I love when you do that.”

She didn’t stop moving.

Even as you were still pulsing inside her, she started riding you—slow, deep rolls of her hips, grinding down so you stayed buried deep. Your cum made everything slick and messy, and she used it to her advantage, sliding up and down your still-hard cock with ease.

You were panting, oversensitive, hands gripping her thighs.

“Dani—fuck… it’s too much already…”

She leaned down and kissed you softly.

“I know,” she said against your lips. “But you’re still so hard for me. I’m not stopping.”

She kept riding you—steady and deep—her pussy clenching around your cock with every downward motion. The wet sounds of her taking you filled the room. Your cum was already leaking out around you, coating your balls and the sheets.

You came again—faster than the first time—groaning into her mouth as another load pumped deep inside her. Daniela moaned, grinding down harder to take every drop.

“That’s two,” she whispered, smiling. “Keep going, baby.”

She didn’t slow down. She rode you through the sensitivity, her hips moving in a smooth, relentless rhythm. Her dress was still on, bunched around her waist, and every time she came down, you could see the slight bulge in her lower belly from how full she was getting.

You were a mess underneath her.

“Daniela… I can’t… it’s too sensitive…”

“You can,” she said softly, but firmly. “You always can for me.”

She leaned forward, pressing her chest against yours, and rode you harder. The angle made your cock hit deeper inside her. She was so full of your cum that every thrust made a wet, squelching sound.

You came a third time—harder than the last—your whole body shaking as you spilled even more inside her. Daniela moaned loudly, grinding down to take it all.

Her stomach was starting to show it now. A small, noticeable swell just below her navel from all the loads you’d given her.

She looked down at it, then back at you with dark, satisfied eyes.

“Look what you’re doing to me,” she whispered. “You’re filling me up so much.”

She kept riding—savoring the way your cock stayed rock hard inside her overflowing pussy.

You were whimpering, oversensitive, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes.

“Dani… please… I’m so sensitive…”

“I know, baby,” she said gently, but she didn’t stop. “Just one more. Give me one more.”

She rode you through the overstimulation until you came again—the fourth time—a weak, trembling orgasm that left you gasping and shaking underneath her. More cum pumped into her already swollen belly.

Daniela finally slowed down, breathing hard, her stomach visibly rounder from everything you’d given her. She placed a hand on the small bulge and rubbed it gently.

“So full…” she whispered, almost to herself.

She leaned down and kissed you softly, still keeping you inside her.

“You did so good,” she murmured against your lips. “My perfect girl.”

You were completely spent.

Trembling, oversensitive, but still hard inside her. Daniela smiled and gave one last slow roll of her hips.

“We’re not done yet,” she whispered. “I want to feel you cum inside me at least one more time tonight mkay?”

“U-uh huh,”

You’re fucked.

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