Pink Apple

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It was a typical weekday morning. The sun peeked through the curtains, casting a warm golden light across the room. My girlfriend, Lucille, stirred in her sleep, mumbling something incoherent. I smiled softly, watching her peaceful expression. I couldn't help but admire how beautiful she looked even when she was half-asleep. She had the most enchanting eyes, a dark brown color that seemed to hold secrets I was yet to discover.Her long chestnut hair was spread across the pillow, and I reached out to brush it away from her face. She let out a soft sigh and nestled deeper into the pillow, her body relaxing against mine. I couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, knowing that this intimacy was starting to feel routine. Lately, I'd found myself losing interest in our sex life, and I couldn't quite put my finger on why.

I glanced at the alarm clock on the nightstand: 7:15 AM. We only had a few minutes before we had to get up and start getting ready for college. I carefully extricated myself from Lucille's embrace and padded over to the shower. The cool air on my skin woke me up instantly, and I quickly started to get ready. As I shaved and brushed my teeth, I couldn't help but wonder if Lucille knew about my newfound fascination with porn. The thought made me feel guilty, but it also aroused me in a way I couldn't quite understand.

My body was average, lean and muscular from years of swimming. My cock, on the other hand, was nothing special. Maybe a little longer than most, but nothing that would really stand out. It was thick enough, and I could usually please Lucille with it. But lately, it just didn't feel like enough. I wondered if that was why I'd been drawn to the images and videos on the Internet, the ones that showed men and women doing things I'd never even considered with their partners.

Lucille finally emerged from the bedroom, yawning and stretching as she made her way over to the table. She was wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants and a loose T-shirt, her bare feet padding softly across the floor. Her hair was still a mess from sleep, and she looked adorable. "Morning," she mumbled, leaning over to kiss me. I smiled back, feeling a pang of guilt mixed with desire.

"Morning, Lucille," I replied, returning her kiss. "I made breakfast. Bacon and eggs."

She smiled, her face lighting up. "You're the best, Theo. You know that?" She leaned in and kissed me again, this time more passionately. The feel of her lips against mine sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but respond in kind. I slid my arms around her waist, pulling her close as our tongues danced together. The sensation of her soft curves pressed against me was intoxicating, and for a moment, I forgot about everything else. " 

But then, as our kiss deepened, I found myself growing more and more aroused. And with that arousal came the memories of what I had been hiding from her: the images and videos that had consumed me in recent weeks. I wanted her to feel the same way about them as I did, but I couldn't bring myself to share them with her. Not yet. Instead, I took her hand and led her over to the couch, sitting down beside her. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my racing heart as I reached over and began to fondle her breast through her shirt.

She let out a soft moan, arching her back into my touch. I could feel her nipple harden through the fabric, and I couldn't help but want more. Slowly, I slid my hand beneath her shirt, cupping her breast in my palm. Her skin was soft and warm, and I savored the feeling of her breast filling my hand. I leaned forward, kissing her neck as I began to massage her nipple with my thumb."God, Theo," she whispered, her voice husky. "That feels so good." I slid my other hand beneath her shirt, cupping her other breast, and began to knead it gently. I could feel her breath coming faster, her chest rising and falling against my hand. She threaded her fingers through my hair, pulling me closer, and I knew she wanted more.

I leaned in, kissing her deeply as I continued to play with her breasts. Her hands moved down, tugging at the waistband of my sweatpants, urging me to take things further. I reached down, unfastening my pants and pushing them down over my hips, revealing my hard cock. She gasped when she saw it, and I felt a surge of desire course through me.

"Fuck, Theo," she breathed, straddling me as she lowered herself onto my lap. Her wet, hot folds brushed against the head of my cock, and I groaned, unable to contain myself any longer. With one swift motion, I pushed her back down, burying myself inside her. The sensation of being connected to her, feeling her tight walls gripping me, was unlike anything else.

Her head fell back against the couch, and her eyes were closed as she began to move her hips in a slow, sensual rhythm. I reached up, cupping her breast once more, rolling her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She arched her back, moaning loudly, her muscles tensing as she approached orgasm. I could feel the wet heat of her body, the perfect fit of her around me, and I knew I was close as well. She said breakfast was getting cold. She said she had work to do. But in that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of us and the heat that burned between us.Her movements grew faster, more urgent, and I followed suit, losing myself in the feel of her body sliding up and down mine. Her nails dug into my shoulders, and I knew she was close. I could feel the tension building inside me, coiling tight, and I couldn't wait to release it. Just as her orgasm crashed over her, I let go, groaning her name as my seed spilled inside her.

She collapsed forward onto me, panting heavily, her breath warm against my neck. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as we both tried to catch our breath. She leaned back after a moment, looking up at me with a satisfied smile.

"Wow," she said, her voice still raspy from her orgasm. "That was... intense."