New bed

Recently, Xav and I tried something erotic in his sister’s room, not on purpose. We woke up late in the morning and the house was quiet. Neither of us had planned anything, especially when last night had been intense (you know what I meant), but the spark in his eyes, the teasing brush of his fingers along my nipples, quickly made the tension between us unbearable. Every touch sent shivers down my spine, and before I can react much, I was already wet and he was already wearing a condom, ready for me.

We were halfway through when he randomly lifted me, carrying me across the room. His hands were firm on my hips, holding me close, his dick still deep inside me. I gasped as the friction and weight of him sent sparks through every nerve. When he started to walk, the movement made every thrust feel impossibly sharper, each slide and press of him inside me sending jolts of pleasure radiating through every nerve ending. The sudden motion pressed me forward, and I realized just how exposed and wide my bottom had become beneath him, fully on display with nothing to shield me. Every sway, every subtle step pressed him deeper. My muscles clenched around him involuntarily, heightening the friction.

I was completely lost in the moment, reveling in the friction and the delicious tension, and didn’t even realize what was happening. Without a hint of effort, he pushed open his sister’s door, and before I could react, I was suddenly dropped onto a soft, cooling, and bouncy surface, her new bed. The instant my body hit the mattress, it rippled beneath us, responding to every subtle shift, every roll and press, amplifying the sensations in a way that made my head spin.

He didn’t pause for a second. His hands roamed over me with deliberate, teasing strokes, pressing, guiding, and commanding in ways that sent shivers racing through me. The heat of his body pressed into mine, and the rippling mattress made every motion more intense, allowing him to sink deeper, each thrust hitting harder and sharper than before.Sadly, he didn’t last long. With one final, hard thrust, he released into the condom, the warmth and pressure filling me completely. Even through the barrier, I could feel the fullness pulsing inside me, spreading in waves that made my body shiver uncontrollably. Every nerve ending seemed alive—the combination of the friction, the weight, and the rhythmic pulses creating a delicious, overwhelming intensity that left me gasping. My muscles clenched instinctively around him, drawing out every sensation, every subtle throb of his release.

For a moment, we simply lay there, catching our breath, the rippling mattress still responding subtly to the residual pressure of our bodies. Then, carefully, he removed the condom, tying it off before shifting his attention back to me. His hands immediately found my curves again, teasing over slick, sensitive skin, pressing and gliding in ways that made me shiver and arch instinctively.

Slowly, deliberately, he guided his fingers inside me, curling and pressing with precision. The touch was firm but teasing, alternating between slow, tantalizing strokes and sharper, insistent movements that made my hips jerk and my breath catch. He explored every angle, pressing at just the right spots, drawing gasps and soft moans from me.

The combination of his fingers, the floating softness of the bed, and the subtle bounce beneath us made every touch feel electrified, as if every nerve ending in my body had been heightened. One finger circled while the other pressed inside, his rhythm alternating between slow, tantalizing strokes and firmer, urgent movements that made me shiver uncontrollably.

The teasing and precision drove me higher, and I could feel the tension building in my core. My breath came in short, uneven gasps as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through me. With a final, deliberate curl and press of his fingers, I felt a shuddering, trembling orgasm tear through me. My body convulsed, hips arching into him, muscles clenching tightly around his fingers as heat and pleasure radiated from my core.

Afterward, we lay tangled together for a few moments, breathing heavily, bodies slick and trembling, letting the aftershocks of pleasure slowly fade. After a short rest, I rolled over, tidied her bed as best I could, and quietly left the room. I didn’t check for any evidence of our indulgence, but I knew I was extremely wet and leaking.