He let himself drop onto the bed. Like dead weight his body hit the mattress. He was exhausted. Weeks like this made him wonder why he didn’t become a goat farmer somewhere in the mountains, wearing a straw hat, eating cheese and not giving a shit about anything in the world. He slowly loosened his tie and dropped it to the floor with a deep sigh. How would he take his shirt and pants off? he wondered. He didn’t have an ounce of energy left. All he could muster was to close his eyes.
She watched him from the dark bathroom. Her tongue flicked across her lips as she saw him fall onto the bed. He looked worn out and was barely moving. Her mind was racing. I can’t let him go to sleep yet, she thought. She had been waiting for him all day. It was a particular time of the month when she couldn’t get her mind to stop thinking about sex for even a minute. All she had flying around her head was that she couldn’t wait another day. I have to do it now, she thought.
He was just about to drift off to sleep when he felt her hands tearing at his shirt. Did someone just rip a button off? He opened his sleepy eyes to make sure he wasn’t already dreaming only to find her standing next to him tugging at his shirt.
“Wait. What are you doing?” he asked in a sleepy voice. All he received in reply was her hand across his mouth.
“Don’t talk.” Her hand stayed pressed on his face while she started to fumble with the zipper on his pants.
Pulling. Yanking. Cursing. The damn thing just wouldn’t open. Having finally had enough of the time wasting she grabbed his pants at his thighs with both hands and dragged them over his hips in one hard pull, just far enough for his cock to be exposed. Being restrained by his own pants he couldn’t move his legs much. She wasn’t too concerned with that as she climbed over his body and squatted over him. He was still in a state of surprise and shock as he looked up at her. His cock was in the same condition. That needed to change.
She was breathing heavily. Her face was flushed. Her nipples hard. She could feel her juices dripping off her swollen lips down onto his still soft cock. I need it inside me now, she thought to herself. Her mind was a mix of desperation and need, lust and single mindedness. Staying in the same position she reached down between her legs and shoved two fingers into her oozing pussy, letting out a deep moan in the process. Never taking her eyes off his, she took his balls into her other hand. Starting to squeeze them slowly she pulled her soaked fingers out again and pushed them into his open mouth.
“Make. It. Hard. Now!” she demanded, swirling her fingers around his mouth.
It worked. Within seconds he was rock hard, pulsing off his stomach toward her waiting pussy. She could feel the head touching her open lips every time it bounced up, leaving trails of her juices all over it. He started to raise his hips, wanting to push inside her. It seemed like he wasn’t tired any longer all of a sudden. She pulled her fingers out of his mouth and gave him a firm slap on the cheek while taking his hard cock into her other hand.
“That’s a good boy,” she moaned as she lowered herself down onto him, “but you better stay hard if you know what’s good for you.”
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