Page 2 of Curvy Girl Summer

“Yessssssss…” I dragged the answer out as I gyrated against his hand. “I’m ready for you.”

“What are you ready for me to do, Aaliyah?”

I wanted him so bad that I was starting to lose control. The only thing I could think about was how badly I needed to get off.

“I’m ready for you to fuck me,” I whined.

He spun me around and then crashed his mouth to mine. Kissing me roughly and recklessly, he pinned me between the island and his hard body. When he pulled back, he yanked my shirt over my head and then cast his gaze over my body.

Running his fist over the length of his dick, he took another step back. “I missed your sexy ass.”

“Show me,” I murmured, staring at the reason I came over.

“Oh, I plan to.” He grabbed his pants from the floor and took a condom out of his pocket. “I plan to show you a few times.” The latex stretched over his dick. “Can you handle it?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

“Good,” he grunted, taking a step forward.

I gasped at the quickness with which he spun me around by my bunched-up skirt. Pushing me against the island, he put me into position. His hands moved up my back to bend me over and then down to my hips.

“So fucking soft,” he whispered. With one hand, he held my skirt like reins and with the other, he palmed my ass.

Then he smacked it again.

“Ah!” I yelped, pleasure and pain spreading through my body.

“Stay right there,” he breathed as I felt him lining up against me.

“Oh my God…” I moaned as he pushed himself into me.

“This pussy is so fucking good.” He dug his fingers into my skin as he restrained himself. “And so fucking wet for me.”

He wasn’t lying.

It had been a long time since I’d been properly taken care of, so I was ready for him. Wet from anticipation and the pressure of him stretching me out, I didn’t need him to be as gentle.

As he pushed inch after inch in me, I couldn’t control the sounds that came out of me. The deeper he got, the louder I became.

He let out a low groan as he filled me to the hilt. He ran his hands all over me before returning his hands to my hips. “I’ve missed this pussy. I’ve missed how good you feel.”

I could only moan in response as I started grinding against him.

“You remember exactly what I like,” he rasped as I continued to throw it back on him.

His ragged breathing coupled with the sound of my wetness and our skin slapping together. The reverberation seemed to echo in his kitchen as he gripped me, taking back control. He moved in and out of me until I felt the tension tighten my entire lower body.

“You like that, don’t you, Aaliyah?” His voice was desperate and needy.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!”

“Oh, shit,” he groaned softly, picking up the pace.

His strokes consistently hit the right spot. It was like he knew which buttons to push and when. I held on to the edge of the island for dear life as he pounded into me.

“Right there, right there,” I called out breathlessly. “Yes! Yes! Yes, yes, yes!”

“Come on this dick for old times’ sake. Just like you used to. Let me feel that pussy.”

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