Finally (Or Three Weeks Without) 4/4
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November 26 2011, 05:02:19 UTC
“You’re my cowgirl,” Buzz murmured, his thrusts happening a little stronger. He rubbed her string a bit, allowing it to retract bit by bit into her body, but still holding onto it, because it helped keep her closer to him.
At this point, Jessie’s moans were practically continuous.
“You’re my space rangerrr,” Jessie slurred before giving a moan of “Ahh-ohh-neeh, Buzz.”
Still a bit in control of his mind, Buzz let the pull-string finally retract into her body (Jessie moaned, but she was moaning and sighing and grunting regardless) and held onto her hips as he thrust harder and faster against her, grunting every time her cloth hit against his plastic.
“Jessie, Jessie, Jessie,” Buzz grunted out each time.
Collapse was the right response as orgasm hit them hard. Jessie’s arms finally gave way as she climaxed with a much louder moan of “Buzz!” with Buzz’s overlapping (Buzz loved how that worked out, no matter what position they made love in, no matter how they did it, they always reached it together) as he gave one last hearty grunt and moaned “Jessie!” before dropping next to Jessie on the pillowcase, collapsing on his back, as they recovered, breathing heavily, gasping, and trembling.
Jessie easily rolled over so that, her head was on his chest. He reached over with a trembling hand to caress her face.
“Wow,” was all Jessie said.
“I agree,” Buzz said, his voice trembling from the exertion.
“Are- are we- louder when we go without for a while?” Jessie asked. She adjusted her head to look at him.
Buzz nodded. “But I think we’ve always been vocal,” he said.
Jessie nodded.
“Three weeks is a long time, though,” Buzz said.
The way Jessie was lying on him allowed him to wrap an arm around her front, like a safety bar on a ride. He mostly did it for closeness and so she wouldn’t get up just yet.
“Way, way, way too long,” Jessie said. She released a sigh. “I feel so relaxed. And satisfied.”
“Mmm, me too,” Buzz said. “I find I feel better emotionally when I’m having intercourse regularly with you.”
Jessie turned around so that both their chests touched and leaned forward to kiss him, their noses briefly touching. She whispered, “I have to agree with you there.”
She adjusted herself so she was still in Buzz’s arms, just lying on her side, holding onto him and he continued to hold onto her. It just made it easier so they could be close to each other and just look at each other. Jessie gave a deep sigh that kind of turned into a yawn.
At this point, Jessie’s moans were practically continuous.
“You’re my space rangerrr,” Jessie slurred before giving a moan of “Ahh-ohh-neeh, Buzz.”
Still a bit in control of his mind, Buzz let the pull-string finally retract into her body (Jessie moaned, but she was moaning and sighing and grunting regardless) and held onto her hips as he thrust harder and faster against her, grunting every time her cloth hit against his plastic.
“Jessie, Jessie, Jessie,” Buzz grunted out each time.
Collapse was the right response as orgasm hit them hard. Jessie’s arms finally gave way as she climaxed with a much louder moan of “Buzz!” with Buzz’s overlapping (Buzz loved how that worked out, no matter what position they made love in, no matter how they did it, they always reached it together) as he gave one last hearty grunt and moaned “Jessie!” before dropping next to Jessie on the pillowcase, collapsing on his back, as they recovered, breathing heavily, gasping, and trembling.
Jessie easily rolled over so that, her head was on his chest. He reached over with a trembling hand to caress her face.
“Wow,” was all Jessie said.
“I agree,” Buzz said, his voice trembling from the exertion.
“Are- are we- louder when we go without for a while?” Jessie asked. She adjusted her head to look at him.
Buzz nodded. “But I think we’ve always been vocal,” he said.
Jessie nodded.
“Three weeks is a long time, though,” Buzz said.
The way Jessie was lying on him allowed him to wrap an arm around her front, like a safety bar on a ride. He mostly did it for closeness and so she wouldn’t get up just yet.
“Way, way, way too long,” Jessie said. She released a sigh. “I feel so relaxed. And satisfied.”
“Mmm, me too,” Buzz said. “I find I feel better emotionally when I’m having intercourse regularly with you.”
Jessie turned around so that both their chests touched and leaned forward to kiss him, their noses briefly touching. She whispered, “I have to agree with you there.”
She adjusted herself so she was still in Buzz’s arms, just lying on her side, holding onto him and he continued to hold onto her. It just made it easier so they could be close to each other and just look at each other. Jessie gave a deep sigh that kind of turned into a yawn.
“Tired?” Buzz asked.
Jessie smiled. “Yes, but worth it.”
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