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Seven has been fumbling with them. I need to dive into her. I just can't wait anymore.
I fling my boxers off, and palm my cock; holding it right at her wet cunt. She is always so fucking ready for me. I wonder if I will be able to keep up with her new found stamina that has gone along with this pregnancy. She was insatiable before, but now I’m worried she is going to kill me. Not that it would be a bad way to go. Death by fucking?
My dick pushes against her opening as the wet warmth of her pussy envelops my erection. I will never tire of this feeling, it is perfect. Everything about being inside Seven is pure heaven. Nothing about this will ever get old. So fucking what if we built our relationship on sex at first. Who cares? I will never get why couples make such a big deal out of all the other emotional bullshit. If you don't fuck good together, you won't last. Simple as that.
She bucks her ass, meeting my every thrust. Even on the bottom she wants control, but it’s become a give and take in the bedroom, just not in our lives. I can't lie though, there is nothing like the feel of her dominating me.
Her hand pushes between our bodies rubbing her swollen clit. Seven's moans echo through the spacious living room, and her other hand grabs at my ass. Nails dig in and I can't help but let out a deep throaty moan of my own. It feels too fucking good. Her fingers sink lower, and lower until her hand cups my balls.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” I'm not sure where that just came from, or who is yelling, but I get the distinct feeling we are no longer alone, and fucking on the living room floor may have not been one of Seven's best ideas. Both of our heads snap towards the stairs, in the direction of the voice. Star stands at the landing of the stairs with her hands on her hips with a confused look. I am pretty sure she wants to be mad, but she is mere seconds away from laughing.
“Ooops,” Seven laughs from under me. The vibrations of her body make me want to fucking come right this second, but the fact that we now have an audience has ruined that for me.
“Really guys? Seriously? There are kids in the house!” Mother Star has spoken, and now we shall be banished back to our bedroom.
“My bad, I keep forgetting about the flock of kids in our lives. They fucking popped up out of nowhere!” Seven laughs, and it’s true. I am still frozen in place, balls deep in Seven but my hard-on has taken a run for the hills. I just don't want to move.
I kick my foot around looking for my missing boxers while Seven shifts, throwing the blanket over me. Without second thought she stands up, completely naked, grabs her t-shirt and walks down the hallway. Before she turns the corner, she points at me and in a stern tone says, “I'm not done with you,” and Star just laughs.
Do I really look that fazed?
(River)
She almost fucking left. Vegas? Really? Had I ignored her badly enough that she wanted to take off? I feel bad, I really do. I just didn't want to fucking scare her off. Maybe she wants more? I just don't trust myself around her. Every time she touches me, all the caveman instincts running deep within my body rage to the surface. I want to grab her by the hair, and fuck her up against a wall.
I went home for the night with the idea that I needed to distance myself a bit. That didn't last long since I’m sitting on the living room couch in Star's house now. I came back, almost as soon as I left. The entire family is celebrating Christmas first thing in the morning, and I didn't want to miss a single moment of Scarlett opening presents. It never gets old, she is my world.
Now, I’m just debating on where I’m going to sleep. The couch is comfy, there is an open spare bedroom, or do I return to Paisley's room. Will she even let me back in tonight, or will she think whatever this is between us is only based on sex. God, the sex was awesome. Fuck this, I want her. I want her tonight, and I don't want to wait. I won't fucking
I fling my boxers off, and palm my cock; holding it right at her wet cunt. She is always so fucking ready for me. I wonder if I will be able to keep up with her new found stamina that has gone along with this pregnancy. She was insatiable before, but now I’m worried she is going to kill me. Not that it would be a bad way to go. Death by fucking?
My dick pushes against her opening as the wet warmth of her pussy envelops my erection. I will never tire of this feeling, it is perfect. Everything about being inside Seven is pure heaven. Nothing about this will ever get old. So fucking what if we built our relationship on sex at first. Who cares? I will never get why couples make such a big deal out of all the other emotional bullshit. If you don't fuck good together, you won't last. Simple as that.
She bucks her ass, meeting my every thrust. Even on the bottom she wants control, but it’s become a give and take in the bedroom, just not in our lives. I can't lie though, there is nothing like the feel of her dominating me.
Her hand pushes between our bodies rubbing her swollen clit. Seven's moans echo through the spacious living room, and her other hand grabs at my ass. Nails dig in and I can't help but let out a deep throaty moan of my own. It feels too fucking good. Her fingers sink lower, and lower until her hand cups my balls.
“WHAT THE FUCK?” I'm not sure where that just came from, or who is yelling, but I get the distinct feeling we are no longer alone, and fucking on the living room floor may have not been one of Seven's best ideas. Both of our heads snap towards the stairs, in the direction of the voice. Star stands at the landing of the stairs with her hands on her hips with a confused look. I am pretty sure she wants to be mad, but she is mere seconds away from laughing.
“Ooops,” Seven laughs from under me. The vibrations of her body make me want to fucking come right this second, but the fact that we now have an audience has ruined that for me.
“Really guys? Seriously? There are kids in the house!” Mother Star has spoken, and now we shall be banished back to our bedroom.
“My bad, I keep forgetting about the flock of kids in our lives. They fucking popped up out of nowhere!” Seven laughs, and it’s true. I am still frozen in place, balls deep in Seven but my hard-on has taken a run for the hills. I just don't want to move.
I kick my foot around looking for my missing boxers while Seven shifts, throwing the blanket over me. Without second thought she stands up, completely naked, grabs her t-shirt and walks down the hallway. Before she turns the corner, she points at me and in a stern tone says, “I'm not done with you,” and Star just laughs.
Do I really look that fazed?
(River)
She almost fucking left. Vegas? Really? Had I ignored her badly enough that she wanted to take off? I feel bad, I really do. I just didn't want to fucking scare her off. Maybe she wants more? I just don't trust myself around her. Every time she touches me, all the caveman instincts running deep within my body rage to the surface. I want to grab her by the hair, and fuck her up against a wall.
I went home for the night with the idea that I needed to distance myself a bit. That didn't last long since I’m sitting on the living room couch in Star's house now. I came back, almost as soon as I left. The entire family is celebrating Christmas first thing in the morning, and I didn't want to miss a single moment of Scarlett opening presents. It never gets old, she is my world.
Now, I’m just debating on where I’m going to sleep. The couch is comfy, there is an open spare bedroom, or do I return to Paisley's room. Will she even let me back in tonight, or will she think whatever this is between us is only based on sex. God, the sex was awesome. Fuck this, I want her. I want her tonight, and I don't want to wait. I won't fucking
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