I took a sip of my coffee, the rich aroma intermingling with the tempting smell of fast food from the nearby stalls. The mall was bustling with chatter and the clattering of trays, creating a symphony of everyday life.

I’d been shopping for new clothes again, hoping a fresh look might turn the tides in my favor, maybe even catch Summer’s eye differently. Although we hadn’t talked about our last encounter, the week was filled with flirty glances and lingering touches.

As I scanned the crowd, my eyes landed on a familiar figure: Summer. My heart skipped a beat as heat rushed through my veins. She looked beautiful in a tank top and yoga pants, her dark hair cascading down her shoulders.

Walking beside her was a woman who could only be her mother, exuding the same grace and beauty. Her confident stride showed off her curves in a form-fitting t-shirt and jeans, and her dark hair, streaked with silver, was pulled back into a ponytail. I couldn’t help but notice the striking resemblance between the two women.

I hesitated, unsure whether to get her attention. Before I could decide, she spotted me and began walking over, a big grin lighting up her face. Her mother followed, and I felt a strange mix of excitement and apprehension. As they approached, I couldn’t decide where to look—Summer’s radiant smile or the captivating presence of her mother.

“D!” Summer greeted me, her voice warm and inviting. “This is my mom, Vanessa.”

Vanessa extended her hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Derek. Summers told me so much about you.”

“Good things, I hope,” I said.

Summer laughed. “Of course. I’ve told her how much I enjoy working with you. You make the office fun, even on the dullest days.”

“Well, it helps to have a great coworker,” I replied, feeling a bit of warmth in my chest.

I offered to get them coffee, and they accepted. As I returned with their cups, Summer pointed at the bags by my feet.

“So, what’s all this?” she asked, curiosity in her gaze.

“I’ve been shopping for some new clothes. My mom suggested I update my style if I ever want to find a date,” I said, rolling my eyes playfully.

Vanessa chuckled, a playful smile curving her lips. “Smart woman. But from what I can see, you won’t have any trouble finding a date.”

Summer leaned in closer, her voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Yeah, D, you’re a catch. Maybe your mom just wants to make sure you look your best … for when you’re showing off your other talents.”

Vanessa gave her a light tap on the arm, her tone mildly reproachful, but her eyes sparkling. “Summer, stop that.”

We chatted for a while longer; the conversation flowing easily. Vanessa’s voice was warm and engaging, her laugh infectious. She mentioned how Summer had praised my work ethic and how I always made the office a brighter place.

“Summer’s a fantastic person to work with,” I said. “Even if she can be a little bossy sometimes.”

Vanessa laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “Oh, I’m not sure where she gets that from,” she teased, giving Summer a playful glance.

Summer rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide her smile. “I just know what I want.”

“Nothing wrong with that,” I said, chuckling.

Vanessa’s gaze lingered on me for a moment, her expression thoughtful. “It’s good to see you both get along so smoothly. It makes me feel better knowing Summer has someone like you at work.”

“Well, I try my best,” I replied, feeling a flutter of warmth at her words.

“So, back to the new wardrobe. How’s that working out for you? Any luck on the dating front yet?” Vanessa asked.

I laughed, shaking my head. “Still a work in progress. But who knows? Maybe these clothes will do the trick.”

Vanessa tilted her head, her eyes sparkled with a hint of mischief. “It’s not the clothes that will get you a date, but your smile sure will.”

I grinned, feeling a pleasant warmth spread through me. “Thank you,” I said, my tone shyly flirtatious.

Vanessa smiled with a seductive charm. “That’s the smile, Derek. It will definitely do the trick.”

Summer gave me a conspiratorial wink. “Mom knows what she’s talking about, D.”

We finished our coffee, and they got up to go, with Summer saying she would see me again on Monday. Vanessa gave me a lingering smile as they left.

As they walked away, I couldn’t help but watch the movement of their bodies. Vanessa’s hips moved with an elegant rhythm, her ass gently swaying from side to side, perfectly complementing her confident stride.

Summer’s walk was more playful, her curves shifting enticingly with each step. The way their figures moved together was mesmerizing, their synchronized sway captivating my attention.

Right before they disappeared, Vanessa quickly glanced back at me, our eyes locking for a moment before she turned away. I smiled at the subtle acknowledgment.

My phone chimed with a message from Summer, snapping me back to reality. She was planning to come over later. I hesitated, debating whether I should tell her not to, but the thought of what could happen was too alluring.

In the end, I replied that it sounded like a great plan and continued with my shopping, unable to shake off the encounter with Vanessa and the anticipation of the evening ahead.

I spent the afternoon puttering around my apartment, the faint hum of the air conditioner blending with the distant sounds of life outside my window. The sun was setting, casting a warm, golden light over everything, and I found myself tidying up, unable to sit still.

I was thinking about the possibilities for tonight. Would Summer and I finally go all…. all the way? The idea sent a thrill through me, but my thoughts kept wandering back to the encounter with Vanessa. Her sexy, playful smile and sparkling eyes lingered in my thoughts more than I cared to admit.

I shook my head, trying to clear the image of Vanessa from my mind, when the doorbell rang, snapping me out of my reverie and filling me with excitement. I grabbed two beers from the fridge and headed to the door, focusing on the evening ahead.

Summer greeted me with her sultry smile and twinkling eyes. She stood there in a tight tank top that clung to her curves, jean shorts showing off her toned legs, and sandals that completed her casual and sexy look. Her hair was loose, framing her face beautifully, and her scent—a mix of citrus and something sweet—wafted towards me, making my pulse quicken.

“Hey, D,” she said, her voice as warm and inviting as ever.

“Hey, Summer,” I replied, handing her a beer as she stepped inside.

As we walked to the couch, I asked, “So, did you and your mom finish your shopping?”

“Yeah, we did,” she said with a grin. “You should know that mom was impressed with your taste. She thinks you’ve got an eye for style.”

I chuckled. “Glad to hear it and my mom will be too. I guess it really was time to update my wardrobe.”

Summer laughed. “Well, you looked great today. You should take her advice more often.”

“I might just do that,” I said, feeling a warmth spread through my chest at her compliment. “Did you get anything for yourself?”

“A few things,” she said, her eyes twinkling mischievously. “Maybe I’ll show you later.”

Her teasing tone made me smile. I sat on the couch, and she took a sip of her beer before settling onto my lap with a naughty grin. Her body pressed against mine, her warmth seeping through her clothes and into my skin.

The faint scent of her perfume and the crisp aroma of the beers filled the room. Summer’s eyes gleamed with mischief and excitement. She wrapped her arms around my neck, drawing me in closer as our lips met.

The taste of her beer mingled with the sweetness of her mouth as our tongues danced together, playfully exploring each other. I could feel the warmth of her body against mine, her curves fitting perfectly against me. My hands ran over her back, tracing the curve of her spine through the tank top and feeling the heat from her skin beneath.

We kissed for a few minutes, the world outside disappearing as I lost myself in the touch of her. Her hair brushed against my face, soft and silky, and I could hear the faint hum of the refrigerator in the background, a stark contrast to the intensity of our kiss.

Summer pulled away, her breath coming in quick gasps. She wiped her lips with the back of her free hand, a playful glint in her eyes. “So, I’m bossy, am I?”

I grinned, trying to catch my breath. “Maybe just a little. But I don’t mind being bossed around by you.”

She laughed, a low, throaty sound. “Really? Well, I bet you won’t object to my next bossy command, either.”

“Oh yeah? And what’s that?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Take me to your bedroom,” she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. “And you’ll find out.”

My heart raced with anticipation and excitement at her words. I stood up, lifting her in my arms as she wrapped her legs around my waist. Her body was warm and inviting, her scent enveloping me like an intoxicating perfume.

We continued to kiss as I carried her to the bedroom, savoring the mix of sweetness and the slight bitterness of beer on her lips. She held on to me tightly as I navigated through the living room, dodging the coffee table. The soft creak of the floorboards, the rustle of our clothes, and the distant hum of the air conditioning created a soundtrack for our heated embrace.

I stumbled a little as we entered the hallway and Summer giggled against my lips, her breath warm and sweet. I tightened my grip, adjusting her weight and continued walking, savoring the feel of her toned thighs holding me close.

We finally made it to the bedroom, and I set her down. As she stood, her hands moved to my shoulders, our mouths continuing their passionate dance.

The room was softly lit by the bedside lamp, casting a warm, inviting glow over everything. The air was thick with anticipation, the faint scent of fresh linen mingling with her perfume.

Summer broke away from the kiss, her eyes locked on mine, filled with a mix of desire and determination. She pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside, her fingers brushing against my skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

“I have only one order for you tonight,” she said, her voice husky and commanding. “Fuck me.”

Her words sent a jolt of electricity through me as her hands moved to the waistband of my pants. “I know how talented your fingers and tongue are. I’d like to see your skill with this.”

She pulled them down, freeing my already hard and throbbing shaft. The cool air hit my exposed skin, contrasting with the heat radiating from my body. Summer’s eyes sparkled with desire as she took me in, her lips curling into a satisfied smile.

Her hand wrapped around my cock, her touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. She stroked it slowly, teasingly, her fingers firm and confident.

“It looks like you’re very ready to show me what you can do,” she purred.

I moved closer, my breath mingling with hers. “You have no idea how ready I am,” I growled, desire thickening my voice.

In one swift motion, I pushed her back onto the bed. She laughed as she landed on the soft sheets. I slid on top of her, our bodies pressing together, the heat between us building.

Our lips met again, tongues tangling in a heated dance, tasting each other with fervent hunger. Smelling her arousal made my head spin. I looked into her stormy brown eyes, losing myself in their depths.

For a split second, Vanessa’s face flickered in my mind, the resemblance uncanny and unsettling. Vanessa’s playful smile and Summer’s fiery gaze merged together as one.

Summer noticed the slight change in my expression, her brow furrowing in concern. “Is everything okay?” she asked, her voice soft but tinged with curiosity.

Giving her a wicked grin, I shook Vanessa’s image from my mind. “I’m very okay,” I assured her, my tone filled with confidence and desire.

I began kissing down her neck, my lips tracing a path along her soft skin. Her scent caressed my nostrils, a mix of citrus and vanilla, intoxicating and irresistible. She responded to my touch, arching into me, her breath quickening.

As I reached her cleavage, I kissed the swell of her breasts, feeling her heart pound beneath my lips. My hands found the bottom of her tank top, and I pulled it up slowly, savoring the feel of the fabric sliding over her body.

She lifted her arms, allowing me to remove it completely. Her bare skin gleamed in the light, her nipples hard and inviting. I couldn’t resist the urge to kiss her there, feeling the hard flesh under my lips as she moaned in response.

As my mouth found Summer’s nipple, I remembered how much she liked it a little rough. I bit down, tugging at the sensitive bud with my teeth while my hand moved to pinch the other nipple. Her skin was warm and velvety beneath my fingers.

“Fuck, you know how to get me going,” Summer groaned.

I kissed her nipple, looking up to see her watching me, eyes dark with lust. “I aim to please,” I teased, giving her a playful grin.

She laughed, trembling under my ministrations. I released the one I had been pinching and caressed it with a kiss, feeling the hardened peak against my lips. I continued my journey downward, my mouth trailing kisses along her smooth, taut stomach. Her skin tasted salty from sweat.

When I reached her belly button, I paused, swirling my tongue around the small indentation, eliciting a shiver from her. The sounds of her soft moans filled the room, a symphony of pleasure that drove me wild.

I could feel the heat radiating from her core, the scent of her growing stronger, more intoxicating. My hands roamed over her sides, feeling the firmness of her toned body, the gentle curves that I couldn’t get enough of.

I sat up. Summer’s skin glistened with a light sheen of sweat. I reached for the button of her shorts, my fingers smoothly undoing it and pulling the zipper down. The sound of the metal teeth separating was a prelude to the symphony of pleasure we were about to create.

Grabbing her ankles, I placed them on my shoulders. Summer lifted her hips as I grabbed the waistband. With a slow, deliberate motion, I slid them up her legs, feeling the material glide over her silky skin. She bent her knees, helping me remove them, and I tossed them aside.

Her panties were still in place, and seeing them clinging to her wetness made my cock throb with need. Summer spread her thighs, revealing the damp fabric stretched taut against her, distinctly outlining the thick lips of her pussy. The sight was highly erotic, a clear testament to her arousal.

“God, I love how wet you are,” I remarked with a wicked grin.

She smirked. “Wet because of you. Now, what are you going to do about it?”

“There’s that bossiness I love so much,” I teased, as I kissed her toes and feet.

I moved down her calves, feeling the slight tremor in her muscles. My lips traced a path along her inner thighs, closer and closer to her sex. The musky scent of her arousal grew stronger, making my head swim with desire.

The warmth of her skin, the softness of her thighs, and the damp heat radiating from her panties made me desperate to taste her. But I wanted to savor the moment, to draw it out and make her beg for more.

I nipped at Summer’s inner thigh, enjoying the way she yelped and squirmed. The sound of her quickened breaths filled the room, mixing with the faint rustling of the sheets as she moved. I felt her warmth, tasted her skin, and the anticipation built in every nerve of my body.

Sliding up back up, I let my hard cock press against her soaked panties as I laid on her. The heat of her pussy seeped through the fabric, making my need almost unbearable. I ground my hips against her, feeling the slick friction on my shaft, and our mouths met in a fierce, hungry kiss. Her taste was intoxicating, a blend of sweetness and lust that made me crave more.

Summer’s legs wrapped around me, pulling me tighter against her. Her thighs were firm and strong, locking me in place. The feel of her hard, thick nipples pressing into my chest sent jolts of electricity through me. Her whole body pulsed with arousal, igniting a wild craving within me.

I could feel how incredibly wet she was. Our kisses deepened, tongues tangling, tasting, exploring. Summer pulled back slightly, her breath coming in short, rapid gasps. Her eyes, filled with a dark desire, met mine.

“You better stop teasing me and fuck me,” she demanded, her voice a husky whisper that sent shivers down my spine.

I grinned down at her, feeling the urgency in her words resonate with my own. “Your wish is my command,” I murmured.

As I knelt upright, Summer released her hold on me. My cock, slick from the dampness of her panties, throbbed with need. A pearl of pre-cum glistened at the tip. She gave me a seductive smile as reached down, swiping the bead of liquid from my shaft with her finger, and brought it to her lips. The sight of her licking it off made my dick twitch.

“God, Summer,” I breathed.

She grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief and lust. “What are you waiting for?”

With a growl of hunger, I grabbed the waistband of her panties and pulled them off in one quick motion. Summer’s legs fell open, revealing her drenched pussy lips spread apart, glistening with arousal.

The sight was incredible, my heart pounding in my chest as the reality of what was about to happen hit me. I was finally going to be inside Summer.

I positioned myself between her knees, my hands sliding up her thighs, feeling the damp skin beneath my fingertips. The room seemed to pulse with the rhythm of our desire, every breath, every heartbeat syncing in anticipation.

Summer’s gaze locked onto mine, her eyes dark. “Don’t make me wait any longer,” she said, her voice commanding.

I nodded, my cock aching, yearning to bury itself inside her. It required all my willpower to resist immediately plunging into her, feeling the heat radiating from her and see the slickness of her sex. I wanted to savor this moment, to make it last, but the urgency in her eyes matched my own.

“Ready?” I asked, my voice low and rough.

She nodded, her breath hitching.

I positioned myself at her entrance, my cock brushing against her slick folds, and the feeling was electrifying. Every nerve in my body was on fire, tingling with anticipation. Slowly, I pushed inside her, inch by inch, feeling her warmth envelop me.

The tightness of her pussy clung to me, her walls pulsating around my length as I sank deeper. A groan escaped, the intensity of the sensation overwhelming.

“Fuck, Summer,” I breathed, my voice strained with the effort of holding back.

Summer’s hands gripped my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping her parted lips.

“I love the way you stretch me open,” she groaned, her voice trembling with pleasure.

I couldn’t believe this was finally happening. Every thrust brought me deeper, her wetness making the glide effortless. The sounds of our bodies coming together filled the room, a symphony of desire that echoed in my ears. Her scent was intoxicating, a heady mix of arousal and the faintest hint of sweat driving me wild.

Summer’s legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer, urging me to go deeper. Her hips moved in rhythm with mine, meeting each thrust with equal fervor.

“Yes, just like that,” she groaned.

The heat, the wetness, the sheer tightness of her pussy was unlike anything I had ever experienced. Every thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through me, my whole body alive with sensation. I looked down at her, seeing the flush of desire spread across her chest, her nipples hard and inviting.

As I leaned down to capture a nipple in my mouth, another flash of Vanessa’s face invaded my mind, and for a moment, I was kissing Vanessa’s breast. The image was so vivid that it made my heart race even faster, a strange mix of arousal and confusion coursing through me. I blinked, shaking my head, and focused back on Summer, sucking gently as I continued to thrust into her.

Summer’s moans grew louder, her body arching into mine. “Oh, God ... don’t stop,” she panted, her voice a blend of need and satisfaction.

I released her nipple with a little bite, meeting her gaze. “You like that, don’t you?” I teased.

Her eyes sparkled, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “Yes, and I want more,” she commanded, her tone both playful and demanding.

I increased my pace, driving into her harder, feeling her walls tighten around me with each stroke. The feeling was incredible. Her pussy gripped me like a vise, coaxing me deeper. Summer’s moans turned into cries of pleasure, her hands clutching at my back, urging me on.

Every thrust, every movement, brought me closer to the edge. I could feel the tension building, the need to release growing stronger. But I wanted to savor the moment of finally being inside her. The way her body responded to me, the way she moved, the sounds she made—it was too much.

The pressure built in me, a relentless wave of pleasure crashing through me. Despite my best efforts, I knew I couldn’t hold back any longer.

“I’m going to come,” I panted, the words barely escaping my lips.

Summer’s eyes locked onto mine, a fiery intensity in her gaze. “Do it. I want to see you come,” she urged, her voice dripping with lust.

I pulled out just in time, the sensation of leaving her warmth almost unbearable. My throbbing cock unleased thick ropes of cum, the first landing right below her heaving breasts. More followed, splattering across her stomach, each pulse of release a blinding surge of ecstasy. Summer moaned in delight. Her eyes remained locked on mine as she reached down to stroke me, coaxing out every drop.

“Yes, D, cover me,” she whispered, her voice a mix of satisfaction and desire.

Her hand moved with purpose, milking me. The sight of her, glistening with my cum, sent another shiver through me. My body trembled from the intensity of the orgasm, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

I could still feel the echoes of pleasure radiating through me, each aftershock reminding me of how incredible it felt to finally be with her. Summer’s touch was gentle now, and her fingers traced patterns in the mess I made on her.

“Sorry I came so fast,” I said, my voice hoarse.

Summer sat up, still stroking my cock, her sticky fingers moving behind my head to pull me in for a kiss. I could feel cum covering my hair, the warm slickness a reminder of our passion.

“Don’t apologize unless you can’t keep going,” she murmured against my lips. “And considering how hard you still are, I bet you can.”

She smiled, her eyes twinkling with mischief. The combined scent of my release, our sweat, and her wet pussy filled the air, a potent aphrodisiac that fueled my renewed surge of desire. My body responded to her challenge, the intensity of the moment and the mingled aromas driving me to want more. It wasn’t over, and we knew it.

“I want you to fuck me from behind. Make me cum all over your cock,” she commanded, her voice low and sultry.

I watched as she let go of my shaft, turning over and getting on all fours. The sight of her like that, her ass cheeks spread slightly apart, revealing the dark crinkled hole and her plump lips practically dripping, was too much to handle. The soft light highlighted her delicious curves, making her look even more irresistible.

“Fuck,” I whispered to myself, in awe of how sexy she was.

Summer looked back at me, her eyes filled with desire. “I need you back inside me now. I need you to make me cum.”

My cock pulsed in rhythm with my heartbeat as I knelt behind her, the anticipation building as I positioned myself. The swollen head of my shaft slid up and down her wet folds, eliciting a shiver from both of us. The sensation was electric, the heat of her arousal incredible.

Grabbing her hips, I lined myself up and pushed forward. I slipped inside her, her warmth enveloping me. I continued to slide in until I was resting against her ass, buried to the hilt. The feeling was amazing. Her pussy gripped me perfectly.

The sounds of our breathing mingled with the wet, slick noises of our bodies joining. The scent of our combined arousal hung heavy in the air, a mix of sweat and sex. Summer’s skin was warm to the touch, her muscles tensing and relaxing as she adjusted to me inside her.

Summer groaned, her voice full of pleasure and urgency. “God, you feel so good filling me. Now fuck me hard. Make me cum.”

I drew back, feeling her walls cling to me, then slammed forward with a forceful stroke. Summer moaned, her body responding to each thrust. I gripped Summer’s hips tighter, my fingers digging into her toned flesh as I pounded with more intensity.

Each movement was quick and powerful, my cock sliding in and out of her slick folds. The wet sounds of our bodies colliding filled the room, mingling with her moans and my own grunts of pleasure.

“Fuck, Summer,” I growled, feeling the way her pussy clenched around me. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Summer’s breath quickened, her back arching as she pushed against me, meeting each thrust with equal fervor.

“Deeper,” she gasped, her voice breathless and needy. “Give it to me.”

I obliged, increasing the pace, driving into her with a ferocity that had the headboard banging against the wall. Sweat trickled down my back, the exertion and intensity of our coupling taking me to the edge. Summer’s skin was slick and warm under my hands, her scent filling my nostrils—musky, sweet, and intoxicating.

With one hand still gripping her hip, I reached around with the other, finding her stiff nipple, and pinched it hard. Summer cried out, a sharp gasp that turned into a deep moan.

“Oh God, yes!” she panted, her body quivering at my touch.

I twisted and tugged at her nipple, feeling her pussy tighten even more around my cock. Her reaction was electric, her pleasure palpable as she writhed against me. I moved my hand to her clit, rubbing it in tight circles, feeling the slickness of her juice coating my fingers.

Summer’s moans grew louder, her body trembling with the overwhelming sensations.

“Fuck, D,” she gasped, her voice thick with desire. “I need more... don’t stop.”

I didn’t plan to. I continued to drive into her, my pace relentless as I rubbed her clit harder, feeling her respond with every stroke. The sounds of our passion filled the room—the slap of skin against skin, the creak of the bed, and our mingled breaths and moans.

With every thrust, the tight coil of need in my belly was growing tighter. The feel of her around me, the way she responded to my touch, was driving me wild.

I leaned over her, my chest pressing against her back, and whispered in her ear, “You drive me crazy.”

She looked back at me, her eyes hazy with lust. “Then show me.”

With a growl, I obeyed, thrusting into her with all the intensity I had, feeling the way her body welcomed me, embraced me. I watched as her pussy swallowed my cock over and over, her lips pulling back with each retreat, clinging to me.

Summer’s cries of pleasure were music to my ears, and I knew we were both on the brink of something explosive. But I held back this time, wanting to prolong this moment, needing to savor the feeling of being inside her.

I lost myself in the rhythm of our bodies, my eyes locked onto her glistening skin. Her moans were a sweet melody, urging me on, pushing me closer to the edge.

But then, as I looked up, the sight of dark hair with streaks of silver caught my eye. Summer’s head turned, and for a heartbeat, I saw Vanessa. Her beautiful eyes, her sexy smile—perfection. The illusion made me falter, my thrusts losing their steady pace as I tried to reconcile the vision in my mind.

“D, please,” Summer said, her voice pulling me back, urgent and desperate. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.”

I shook my head, clearing the image of Vanessa, focusing solely on Summer beneath me. My grip on her hips tightened, and I drove into her with renewed vigor, hard and deep. Summer’s cries grew louder, her body pressing back against me, seeking more.

Her breaths came in ragged gasps, her fingers clenching the sheets. The rhythmic pounding of the headboard punctuated the wet, slick sounds of our coupling and the slap of flesh meeting flesh. I could feel her pussy tightening.

Her head dropped forward, and she pushed back against me with a force that almost knocked me off balance. Her body began to tremble, muscles tensing as she neared the precipice. I kept my pace relentless, driving her towards the tantalizingly close climax.

Summer’s body tensed, a tremor running through her. She let out a low, guttural moan, her head sagging as her back arched. Her pussy clenched around me with a force that took my breath away, squeezing and releasing in rapid, rhythmic pulses. I could feel her juices flooding over me, hot and slick, running down my shaft and dripping onto my balls and thighs.

“Oh, D... oh, fuck, yes!” she cried out, her voice raw with pleasure.

I watched her butt hole convulse, puckering and releasing in time with the contractions of her pussy. The sight drove me wild; the intensity was overwhelming. I could see every twitch, every spasm of her body as her orgasm crashed over her.

Her muscles quaked, her thighs trembling as she slammed back against me, her movements erratic and desperate. I felt her cum coating me, warm and sticky, mingling with the sweat that covered our skin. The sound of her wetness, the slap of our bodies, and her cries filled the room, creating a symphony of raw, unrestrained passion.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I groaned, barely able to hold back my release.

She pushed back harder, her hands gripping the sheets, knuckles white. “Don’t stop ... keep fucking me!”

Her command spurred me on. I continued thrusting, deep and relentless, feeling her pussy quake around me. Her orgasm seemed endless, each wave more intense than the last. The sensation of her cum dripping down my balls and thighs, the tight, convulsing grip of her womanhood, was bringing me close to release.

Summer’s head lifted, and she looked back at me, eyes glazed with pleasure. “D.... I need more...”

Summoning every ounce of strength I had, I fought against the rising tide of my climax, my cock sliding in and out of her soaked, pulsing pussy. Her first orgasm ebbed, her breath coming in ragged gasps, but before she could catch it, another primal groan escaped her lips. Her body convulsed, a second wave crashing over her with even greater force.

“God, D, I’m... I’m cumming again!” she cried out.

This time, her back arched higher, her muscles locking in a powerful spasm. Her pussy clamped down around me, tighter than before, each contraction sending sparks through my entire body. Her legs trembled, her thighs squeezing mine as she rode out the intense waves of pleasure.

I could feel her juices gushing out, slick and hot. The sound of our bodies, the wet, rhythmic slap, mingled with her desperate moans and cries. The smell of her cum, the salty tang of sweat, filled the air, alluring and breathtaking.

Just as her second orgasm began to subside, Summer let out a shuddering breath and collapsed forward, lying flat on the bed. I watched, captivated, as my shaft slipped out of her, glazed with her cum, the sight incredible. She lay there, shaking from the aftershocks, her body covered in a sheen of sweat, her scent enveloping me.

Unable to hold back, I grabbed my cock and stroked it a few times, the slickness of her juice letting my hand glide effortlessly. I felt my balls tighten, a deep, primal surge rising within me. Seeing her spent and trembling form pushed me over the edge. With a guttural groan, I exploded, thick ropes of cum shooting out and splattering across Summer’s ass.

“Fuck, Summer,” I muttered, my voice hoarse with satisfaction, as I continued to stroke the last drops from my throbbing shaft.

The sight, the smell, the sensation of her, all combined to create an incredible wave of desire and release that left me shaking and breathless.

I leaned over, pressing myself against Summer. My softening cock nestled between her ass cheeks, smearing the cum across both our bodies as my hips and stomach settled against her.

I kissed her shoulders, tasting the salt of her sweat, savoring the way her skin shivered. Her breathing was still ragged, her chest rising and falling in quick, shallow bursts.

“That was amazing,” I murmured against her neck, my voice a low rumble as I continued to kiss her, my lips trailing up to her ear.

Summer let out a soft, breathless laugh, rolling onto her side to face me.

“Amazing is an understatement,” she replied, her eyes sparkling with a mix of satisfaction and lingering desire.

She laid one leg over mine, pulling herself closer. The heat of her body against me reignited a flicker of arousal. We started kissing again, our mouths meeting with a newfound tenderness.

Her fingers traced lazy patterns on my chest, while mine wandered down her back, caressing the curve of her spine. The combined scent of our sweat, her wetness, and the lingering traces of my cum created an intoxicating blend that filled the surrounding air.

“You made me cum so hard, my pussy is still quivering,” she whispered between kisses, her lips brushing against mine with each word.

The warmth of her breath sent a shiver down my spine, and I tightened my hold on her, deepening the kiss. Laying there with Summer draped across me, our bodies melded together.

The remnants of our passion still tangible in the sticky, sweet heat between us. I could feel the tremors of her aftershocks, the way her body continued to respond to mine, even in the aftermath. Her soft hair tickled my chest as she nestled closer.

She sighed, a satisfied sound that made me smile. Feeling her lips and breath on my neck sent shivers down my back. I should have felt content, but even as I held her close, my thoughts drifted.

All I could think of was Vanessa. Her effortless grace, her confident smile, the way her eyes sparkled when she teased me earlier. Summer’s satisfied sighs seemed distant, overshadowed by the unexpected, unsettling longing for someone else.

“You okay?” Summer asked, her voice soft but attentive.

“Yeah,” I whispered, forcing a smile she couldn’t see. “I’m good.”

She nestled in closer, her hand sliding down suggestively, hinting at further pleasures to come. But my mind was already wandering back to Vanessa, the woman who had somehow invaded my thoughts, even in this perfect moment.