Fufilling My Fantasy

Avi spends her last spring break alone with her sister’s boyfriend. She waits in white lace, the crotch cut out and the straps tight against her hips. When he walks in, she stands still and lets him look. He comes closer. She turns, bends, pushes her ass toward his open hand. He grabs. His fingers slide over the wet strip of hair between her legs, then lower, pressing at the tight spot she wants him to take. He peels the thong aside. Spit lands on her hole. A single finger sinks in, then two, working her open while her cheek rests on the couch cushion. She reaches back, spreads herself wider. He lines up, pushes slow, lets the thick head pop past the ring. Avi groans. He pushes deeper until his hips sit flush against her ass. He fucks her there, steady, hips rolling. When he pulls out, she spins around, takes him into her mouth without hesitation, cleaning every inch before he slides back in. He keeps at her until he cums deep, stays buried, and lets it leak out around his cock. She stays bent, breathing hard, the creamy mess sliding down her thigh, the afternoon light warm on her skin.