Anonymous Thu 10 Oct 2024 19:56:16 No.69864068 Report

Quoted By: >>69864221 >>69864378 >>69864467

>>69864036
Not sure to tell you the truth. I have a thing for raspier voices and forward women and the two just kinda clicked together and settled right into one of the wrinkles on my gray matter. I could go on if you wanted more, it's a well explored topic in my head as I stated before it comes up when I see her.

Anonymous Thu 10 Oct 2024 20:12:28 No.69864460 Report

Quoted By: >>69864740

>>69864221
>>69864378
'kay

>It usually starts as that image I've described, me looking up at her from below as she bounces on me. Nude from the waist down but a thin white shirt on, nipples clearly prodding through as the shirt's starting to stick to her from sweat, hair frazzled.
>She'd lean forward and speak to me, a raspy hushed whisper as I stated above, sending chills through me as I grab her butt hard. A small surprised vocalization tied with a half-chuckle afterwards.
>Ramps up from there as it gets rough, the two of us slamming together as he soft thighs land against me as I push up from below to complete her motion from above.
>She'd collapse forward, wheezing a bit as she'd say, "Not a spring chicken anymore, hun. Gimme a break for a bit, here."
>She'd lay back and motion for me to lead, now. Heartily taking it I'd reposition to be the driver.
>Takes a moment to ramp back up as we hit the strides again, our bodies matching pace. I sneak a hand up her shirt while doing so, the other used to stabilize.
>She'd shoot a hand up, leaning on the other to wrap it around the back of my neck to hang on as we start to hit the golden moment. Her voice getting slightly higher and strained as it approaches. I'd bark out something about being close.
>She'd almost demand, "Don't you fucking stop. Just finish inside."
>Of course I'd oblige and she buries her face into my collarbone, nails dig into my shoulder from her arm around the back of my neck, one leg pressing onto the back of my ankle from above.
>As I finish I'd note her convulsing slightly, telling me exactly how good of a job I'd done if it wasn't abundantly clear by the way she deeply moans into me.
>I'd almost collapse backwards as I pull of her, the both of us panting.
>She'd call playfully between huffed breaths, "Grab me a water from the kitchen and then we go for round two, lover boy."
>And I'm swatted off with a tail as she half-lidded stares at me as I exit

Feels a bit weird typing it out now but hey.