He got here inside me!

Title: “He Came Inside Me!: An Intimate Swedish Creampie Confession”

The anticipation had been constructing for weeks. Ever since Anders moved in subsequent door together with his beautiful Swedish girlfriend, Frida, I’d been fantasizing about what these two would possibly stand up to behind closed doorways. And lastly, one fateful night time when their home windows have been simply barely ajar, I caught a scandalous glimpse inside their love nest.

At first, I assumed my eyes have been deceiving me. There, within the heat glow of their bed room lamp, was Frida, sprawled out on the mattress in nothing however a lacy black bra and a pair of boy shorts. Her lengthy, blonde hair fanned out throughout the pillows. Meanwhile, Anders was kneeling on the ground, his head buried between Frida’s thighs as her hips bucked in opposition to his face. The sight was positively mouth-watering.

As the night time wore on, Anders stood up and stripped off his shirt, revealing his toned, tattooed chest. He shimmied out of his pants and underwater, and that is after I received my first eyeful of his spectacular member. Uncut and erect, it pointed proper at Frida like a divining rod searching for out a hidden spring. She licked her lips and sat up, reaching for him.

“Komm her, Anders,” she purred in that tantalizing Swedish accent of hers. Come right here.

Anders obliged, striding over to the mattress. Frida wrapped her lips round his thick cock, sucking him right down to the foundation as her fist pumped the remainder of his shaft. I could not tear my eyes away. The pair of them have been so oblivious, placing on a personal present for little ole me, the peeping tom subsequent door.

After a couple of minutes of enthusiastic fellatio, Anders pulled away. Frida pouted however the tiff was short-lived. Anders slid a hand beneath her boy shorts and frigged her noodle till the pout was full-blown moaning. “Ahhhh, jag kan inte ta det länge!” she cried – I can not take it for much longer!

With that, Anders whipped off her shorts and flung them over his shoulder. Frida kicked off her bra and laid again, legs unfold large in invitation. Anders climbed between them and guides his cock to her glistening entrance. Slowly, nearly reverently, he eases himself inside her till he is buried to the hilt. The pair of them freeze there, savoring the sensation of connection.

And then they begin to transfer. Anders attracts out till simply the tip stays, then shoves himself again in. Over and over, he pumps into Frida’s sizzling, slick passage, sooner and tougher. Frida squirms beneath him, driving her hips as much as meet his thrusts. The entire world narrows right down to that becoming a member of level between their our bodies.

“Ahhhh, Jesus,” Anders groans. “You feel so fucking good!”

Frida merelygasps, presumably in reply, presumably in ecstasy. Her again arches gracefully out of bed and her fingernails rake down Anders’ again.

“Fuck!” Anders grunts. “I’m gonna cum!”

Do it, I silently urge him on. Give it to her, fill her up!

But Anders pulls out on the final second, his cock spurting thick ropes of jizz onto Frida’s quivering stomach. The sensation of his cum portray her pores and skin appears to push Frida over the sting. Her thighs clamp round Anders’ waist and her orgasm crashes by means of her, leaving her limp and panting within the aftermath.

Completely spent, the couple collapses right into a sweaty, sticky heap. But Anders is not fairly performed with Frida but. He scoops up a little bit of his personal cum from her abdomen and brings it to his lips, licking it off like frosting. Frida erupts in contemporary giggles and swats at him playfully.

“Du är en locker direkt,” she giggles, wiping Anders’ launch off her chest with a discarded shirt. – You’re an actual goofball.

They kiss softly, tongues entwining. Then Frida clambers out of bed and pads bare to the hooked up lavatory, presumably to scrub up. Anders simply sprawls there, trying pleasantly used and content material. His softening cock glistens within the low gentle and I discover myself licking my very own lips imagining the style.

Frida returns a couple of minutes later, a fluffy towel wrapped round her like a Sarong. She sits on the sting of the mattress and rubs Anders’ muscular thigh. “Vi behövercep stocksas,” she says, taking pictures him a heated look. – We have to refill.

Anders chuckles and strokes her hair. “Jag är intresserad att se первым то뿐만ärt.” he replies with a smirk. – I’m within the temper, too.

My God, the innuendo. My thoughts races with the chances of what different sexual shenanigans await the 2 of them within the days and weeks forward. Surely it was solely a matter of time earlier than Anders lastly took Frida’s ass, or made a “creampie cake” with the twins from subsequent door, or–

But these are fantasies for one more night time. For now, I take my throbbing, uncared for cock in hand and pump away, imagining I’m the one sinking balls deep into Frida’s divine Swedish physique. It does not take lengthy, these lusty ideas coupled with the jizzbox present subsequent door. With a low a groan, I bust my nut proper there on the window, decided to provide you with some excuse for spying when Anders inevitably catches me.

But for tonight, I’ll simply bask within the afterglow of Frida’s sultry efficiency and the reminiscence of her fairly face crying out Anders’ title in ecstasy…