Breaks my New Couch

Title: “How My New Couch Got Ruined by a Neighborhood Girl and Her Insatiable Appetite”

I had just bought a brand new couch, the kind with the soft, plush leather that invites you to sink into its cushions and lose yourself in an afternoon of relaxation and Netflix. Little did I know that my new couch had a limited lifespan, one that would be dramatically reduced by a knock at my door and the temptation that stood on my threshold.

Her name was Butterfly, or at least that’s what she said her name was. A petite Latina with curves that would make a Greek statue blush, she stood there in a tiny crop top that strained to contain her braless breasts and a pair of daisy dukes that left little to the imagination. Her braces gleamed as she flashed me a coy smile, and I could tell that trouble had just come knocking.

“I’m your new neighbor,” she said, batting her eyelashes. “I was wondering if I could come in and watch a movie. I’m just so bored, and I could really use some company.”

What could I say? It’s not every day that a gorgeous girl shows up at your door, begging to spend time with you. I stepped aside and gestured for her to enter, trying to ignore the way her tight ass swayed as she sashayed past me.

Butterfly immediately made herself at home, plopping down on my new couch and stretching out like she owned the place. I couldn’t help but stare at the way her crop top rode up, exposing the soft, smooth skin of her stomach. She caught me looking and giggled, tugging at the hem of her top.

“Like what you see?” she asked, her voice dripping with innuendo.

I felt my face flush, and I quickly looked away. “Um, I’ll just go grab a movie,” I mumbled, hurrying to the DVD shelf.

Butterfly followed me, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. “Maybe we should just skip the movie,” she whispered, her breath hot on my neck. “I can think of better ways to pass the time.”

Before I could respond, she spun me around and pressed her lips against mine. I was too shocked to react at first, but as her tongue pushed into my mouth, I found myself responding eagerly. My hands slid down to grab her ass, squeezing the firm globes as she moaned into my mouth.

In a flash, Butterfly pushed me backwards, sending me tumbling onto the couch. She knelt down in front of me, her hands already working on the button of my jeans. “I’ve been wanting to do this since I first saw you,” she purred, lowering my zipper with her teeth.

I was already rock hard, my cock straining against my boxers. Butterfly hooked her fingers in the waistband and tugged them down, letting my erection spring free. She wrapped her hand around the base, giving me a few slow pumps before diving in, her braces clanking against my shaft as she took me into her hot, wet mouth.

I let out a groan, my head falling back against the couch cushions. Butterfly’s head bobbed up and down, taking me deeper each time until my tip was bumping against the back of her throat. She gagged a little, but didn’t slow down, her tongue swirling around my sensitive skin.

As much as I wanted to enjoy the sloppy blowjob Butterfly was giving me, I knew I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed to be inside her, to feel her tight pussy clench around my cock. I grabbed her shoulders and pulled her off of me, pushing her back against the cushions.

“I need to fuck you,” I growled, yanking her shorts and panties down in one swift motion.

Butterfly spread her legs for me, and I saw that she was already dripping wet. I lined myself up with her entrance and pushed forward, burying myself inside her hot, tight cunt. She let out a cry, her nails digging into my back as I started to thrust.

The couch squeaked and creaked beneath us as I pounded into Butterfly, the rhythm erratic and desperate. Her tits bounced with each thrust, and I leaned down to take one of her nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the hard nub.

Butterfly started moaning louder, her hips rocking up to meet mine. “Faster,” she whimpered, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Harder!”

I obliged, slamming into her harder and faster, the couch shifting beneath us with each thrust. The leather was starting to wear thin, the threads unraveling from the force of our fucking.

Butterfly came with a scream, her pussy clamping down around me like a vice. I followed shortly after, my cock pulsing as I emptied my balls inside her. We collapsed together onto the ruined couch, sweat sticking our bodies together.

As we caught our breath, Butterfly looked over at me with a mischievous grin. “I guess we broke your new couch,” she giggled, trailing a finger down my chest.

I glanced over at the tattered leather and sighed. It had been worth it, though. How many people could say that their couch was a casualty of passion? I pulled Butterfly closer, kissing her deeply.

“I guess we’ll just have to find a different surface to fuck on next time,” I murmured against her lips.

Butterfly giggled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I’m sure we can think of something,” she purred.

And so began our taboo affair, one that would leave a trail of destruction in its wake. But hey, when you’re balls deep in a petite Latina goddess with an appetite for rough, raunchy sex, it’s hard to care about a few rips and tears. Bring on the destruction – as long as Butterfly is there to help me make more.