Movie Night

His arm extended behind me along the sofa back. I huddled into the crook of his shoulder, and we snuggled during the movie. Afterwards, with my head pillowed on his lap, he stroked my throat and neck and collar, as though petting a favorite cat. I tilted my chin up and rolled my head to the side. I purred.

"What do you want to do?"

Gi shifted his hand lower. He held a breast. The answering hum was noncommittal.

"Do you want to be in my pussy? I haven't fucked anyone in a week. It will be a tight squeeze." I slid the plane of my palm over his penis. My lips deposited a peck through his pants. "Would you like me to go down on my knees and take your cock in my mouth? I will suck you for an hour. I will suck you until you come." The erection grew under my touch. "Do you want to try my asshole? You haven't." I squeezed the cock, released, and repeated. "Tell me what you want."

Gi stood and loosened his belt. He hopped around on one foot ridiculously while he extricated the pant leg from where it tangled with his other foot.

"I want you to suck my cock," he decided. He sunk into the sofa, pulled off his shirt, and spread his legs open for me. I smiled and occupied the space that he had made.

Gi still hasn't been in my anus, but he fucked me good.

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