I make sure the kids are either busy or tucked in for the night, and we sneak into our bathroom, open a window, and turn on the exhaust fan. And like two degenerates, we climb up on our bathroom bench to smoke so that we can blow our own exhaust right out the window. They were smooth hits of cripy, and any more than two hits would be too much, so we floated down from our perch and danced our way back to the couch once we could recall what our plan had been. We gathered our refreshments and snacks on the way and melted into the couch, repeating our pledge of “no bang bang” with matching smirks.
I believe that our initial intentions to chillax were genuine, and I struggled with my patience while waiting for him to remember how to use the remote. I finally had to snatch it from his stoner ass as he just sat there looking at the thing like a Rubik's cube, and I pushed resume so that we could continue watching Cosmos. My thinking was right on; the Cosmos is even more entertaining when you really get to join Neil on the Ship of the Imagination, but I know you guys are smart and have figured out by now that Mr. A.D.D. stoner can’t be trusted while trying to catch up on our shows and that this was going south (pun intended) from the get go. His non-functional ass might be stumped by a remote, but he never forgets his way around me, and I had to reprimand him a few times before needing to drag him into the bedroom, and not only because I didn’t want him to get lost on the way. No Bang Bang my ass.
If my va-jay-jay were a Rubik's cube, it would be a swollen wet mess, not to mention that he can solve it with his eyes closed, and I can even picture him saying “look, mom, no hands” while doing it. I’m always a raging horn ball when I’m high, and I enjoy how he takes his time and seems to be even more in-tuned with my body when he is. He says he does what he thinks he’d like if he were me, and though he seems to know me better than I do, I rarely get to test that theory because, me so spoiled, and he rarely lets me anyway. He takes and does whatever he wants with me, because it is what I want too.
I love it when he forgets where he is going and spends the extra time figuring it out. Time seems to go slower as I feel his hot breath on my petals, and he kisses my nether lips and takes his Ship of the Imagination to explore my black holes. He warps the fabric of my soul as he pulls, bites, and tugs at all the areas around my clit as I try with all my might to keep my juices welled up inside, because I know that just the sight of them will make him crazy and forgetaboutit if he gets a taste. I grab his hanging cock to distract myself, but that too backfires. His cock was stoned too, chubby and manageable, until I touched it. As I wrapped my hand around it, it sprang to life, and talk about a grower. Maybe I just have a green thumb, but his cock grew out of control. I couldn’t close my hand around it, and as it prepared for launch, so did I. His mouth locked around my clit as his happy sounds reverberated through my entire body, and I could no longer contain my juices. When he pulled me on top of him in sixty-nine, I was so happy because I really needed to taste his beautiful cock. No bang bang, I laughed to myself as I tried to choke myself while swallowing him. He apparently agreed as he tightened his ass and slowly thrust his hips up in appreciation.
I swear that, like the porn star Linda Lovelace, I, too, have a g-spot at the back of my throat as my cum showers down on his face. He growls in celebration and tries to plug the leak unsuccessfully with more and more fingers until I, too, get to taste his pre-cum and know that the real bang bang is sure to follow. He bench presses me onto my back and moves between my soaked thighs faster than any stoner should be able to, and with his cock in his hand, he pushes my legs apart and looks at me with the most deliciously threatening “now you asked for it” expression ever. I don’t know what my look said in return, but it must have translated exactly the way I meant it to, because he forced his thick cock into me like I needed to be punished. Yes Bang Bang!!
Like nearing the speed of light, I lost track of time as I came and came. He punished me so well, and I could feel everything, even the way that he looked at me. It was like his universe was swallowing mine as he’d push half of his cock in slowly and pause before rushing the rest of it in to collide in my deepest parts, choking me out there as well. My orgasms were on cruise control, and he straddled one leg and threw the other over him so that I was half on my side and stomach. He spreads my ass, and I can feel his undercarriage tightening as they slide up and down my thigh, and he breaks in and out of me completely, taking advantage of all my lubrication. He must enjoy that as much as I do; the feeling of being broken into and spread and filled until you are spilling over again and again, it is so fucking amazing that it brings me to another apex I forget is even possible. He concurred with a gritty roar as he pushed me onto my stomach and my legs together for our final jump.
Bang mother fucking bang as he locked his thighs around mine and used his leverage like a jackhammer. I get a workout myself trying to push back harder against him, too afraid to look back at him because if he looked as happy as he sounded, I'd cum too soon. All bets were out the window when I felt his thumb pressing against my stargate, and he changed the angle of his descent to where he was pile driving my other g-spot. I bite into enough bedding to muffle my cries as I cum like an exploding star, and only then does he allow himself to join me. Like the immense gravity of a collapsing star, he falls on top of me and I can feel his thumping heart as he confesses his love and gives me breathy kisses on the cheek before rolling off and saying “no bang bang my love”.
Happy Hump Day!!
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