Anthologies of Alastair Darkmoon & Madam Chaos

From Fridge to Couch

A: Mmmm, you're just asking for a punishment aren't you.

M: *whimpers* no

A: I'm thinking about pinning you against your fridge, ripping your shirt open, exposing your tits, is that what you want?

M: Mmmm, no

A: Holding you to the fridge, give you a deep, tender kiss while my hands explore your tits, squeezing, caressing, pinching your nipples as you whimper and moan in my mouth, making me want you more than ever.

M: I try to push you away but it's no use. I want you to keep going. I want you.

A: Feeling you resist but no use against me. I keep going, kissing your neck, biting, sucking, making my way towards your tits, shoving them into my mouth, flicking my tongue on your nipple, teasing it, making you want more of me.

M: I press you into them, just a little bit harder, telling you I want you to mark me. Leave your signature on my skin. Even so, I try to keep myself from moaning. I don't want you to know how much I am enjoying it.

A: Hearing that with a smirk on my face, knowing you're definitely enjoying it. I grab your right tit, biting down hard, marking you, making sure you are mine now. I reached down into your panties, feeling the wetness coming from you.

M: I cried out & my body jerked when you bit me. I wiggled on your hand, inviting you. I started unbuttoning my pants but you grabbed my wrist, growling, "I will do it." With the heat in your eyes, I didn't dare defy you.
As I gave you a shaky nod, you yanked open my pants. I heard the button plink on the floor.

A: Breaking the buttons, I shove my hand down, feeling the heat and wetness from you. Massaging your clit with your juices covering my finger. Seeing your eyes go to the back of your head, your brain melting as I slip my finger inside you.

M: Needing to do something with my excitement, I draw your mouth to mine, sucking on your bottom lip before snaking my tongue in your mouth. I bind your tongue with mine, feeling both the slick underside & tastebud prickles. I move my hips towards you, riding your finger

A: Our tongues intertwine with each other, biting your lower lip as I go. Feeling you move your hips, riding my finger, but I want more though and I'm gonna take it. I pull my hand out, spinning you around, pushing your tits up against the fridge. Not being patient, I rip your panties. I quickly undo my pants, pulling out my member, coating it against your clit.

M: As you keep pressing against my clit, my pussy hungers for you more. I beg you. "Please. Please. I want you inside of me."

You continue teasing my clit, sounds of frustration coming from me.
In response, I feel your tip caress my pussy lips, barely penetrating.

A: Hearing you beg for it puts fire in me, making me tease and torture you more. I spread your ass while I place my tip just barely in your pussy, holding it, listening to you beg more for it. I shove myself into you, grabbing your hips as I thrust, giving you what you want, the whole time hearing you whimper and moan makes me fuck you harder.

M: With my face against the fridge, I listened to the magnets clack as you rail me into it. Every powerful stroke inside me makes me wetter, your grip just on this side of painful. I rock back against you to match each thrust. I feel my pussy quiver, relishing in your force. I angle to push away from the fridge but you grab my hair & keep me in place, grunting at me in protest.

A: Railing you against the fridge, holding your hair, making you stay put. Telling you to stay the fuck still, hearing you whimper out a 'yes sir' without protest. Feeling the buildup in me about to burst, thinking where to blow my load, deep inside your wet pussy or make swallow every drop of it