We haven’t fucked in a long time, today I invited her to my house and I fucked her until her pussy was swollen and full of my cum

The sun had barely peeked over the horizon, its warm rays dancing through the curtains, when John stirred from his slumber. He’d been up most of the night, eagerly anticipating this morning. A mischievous grin spread across his face as he glanced at the clock – 6:32 am. Plenty of time to prepare.

John leaped out of bed, his heart pounding with excitement. He showered and shaved meticulously, wanting to be at his best. Donning his favorite pair of jeans that hugged his ass just right, and a tight black t-shirt that accentuated his toned physique, John was ready for his “guest.”

He had been intimate with Tiffany for months now, but it had been well over a month since they last fucked. Their schedules had been hectic, keeping them apart. But today, John had invited Tiffany over for breakfast, hoping to turn the meal into a passionate feast.

As the doorbell chimed at exactly 8:00 am, John took a deep breath. He opened the door, and there she was, looking radiant as ever in a cute sundress that emphasized her slender figure. “Morning, John,” she purred, smiling up at him.

“Morning, beautiful,” he replied, pulling her close and capturing her lips in a sensual kiss. Tiffany melted into his embrace, her body pressing against his. As they parted, John noticed the hunger in her eyes. He knew she wanted this just as much as he did.

“Breakfast is ready,” John said, leading her inside. The kitchen was set with a spread of eggs, bacon, toast, and fresh fruit. But John’s attention quickly turned to Tiffany, complimenting her sundress. “You look stunning,” he whispered in her ear before nipping at her lobe.

Blushing, Tiffany took a seat at the table. As they ate, the sexual tension built, palpable in the air. John loved watching Tiffany lick her lips after each bite, imagining that same tongue on his skin. He hardened in his jeans, his desire growing.

“Tiffany,” John said hoarsely, “I’ve missed you. Missed this. Can we…talk upstairs?” His eyes begged for more than conversation.

Tiffany agreed, and they made their way to the bedroom. The moment the door clicked shut, John pulled Tiffany close, ravaging her mouth with a searing kiss. They stumbled to the bed, a tangle of limbs and clothes.

John took his time disrobing Tiffany, savoring every inch of creamy skin he revealed. Her breasts spilled free, and he took a nipple into his mouth, suckling greedily. Tiffany arched her back, pressing herself against him.

He moved lower, trailing kisses down her stomach until he reached her sex. Tiffany was already wet with arousal. John feasted on her, his tongue parting her folds to lap at her sweet nectar. Tiffany’s fingers delved into his hair, urging him on.

John worked Tiffany into a frenzy, bringing her close to the edge with his mouth. As her tremors subsided, he rose up, kissing a path back to her lips so she could taste herself on him.

Their communique ridiculous as John stripped off his jeans and briefs, his thick cock springing free. Tiffany’s eyes widened hungrily. John reached into the bedside drawer, grabbing a condom. Tearing it open, he suited up.

He positioned himself between Tiffany’s spread thighs and slowly, torturously, pushed inside her hot tight pussy. They both moaned at the exquisite contact. John started to move, establishing a slow rhythm. Each thrust sent sparks through his body. Tiffany wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him in deeper.

Their coupling grew more heated, the bed creaking under their movements. John pounded into Tiffany, his balls slapping against her ass. The room filled with carnal cries and flesh slapping against flesh.

Tiffany clenched around him, urging him closer to release. He could feel her pulsing, her walls fluttering. With a sharp cry, Tiffany came undone, her orgasm overtaking her.

The spasms triggered his own climax, and John buried himself to the hilt as his cock jerked inside her, spurting hot cum. He continued to grind against her as wave after wave of pleasure washed over him.

They collapsed in a sweaty heap, panting from exertion. John kissed Tiffany softly, tenderly – a contrast to their vigorous coupling. Then, with a wicked grin, he reached over to the side table again. Pulling out a vibrator, he brought it to Tiffany’s sensitive sex, teasing her.

Tiffany gasped, still hypersensitive. But her eyes lit up with a challenge. “Again?” she asked breathlessly.

“Oh yes,” John growled. “I haven’t nearly fucked you enough.”

And so began another round of marathon lovemaking, one that continued well past breakfast and lunch, as John filled Tiffany’s swelling pussy with his cum over and over again.