Peter pinned my wrists against the wall, his strong grip making my knees weak. He sucked my hard nipples deep into his mouth, tongue flicking and teeth grazing until I was dripping down my thighs. Then he lifted my legs around his waist and drove his thick cock straight into my soaked pussy, pounding me hard while gravity pulled me deeper onto every thrust. I came screaming, clenching around him. He set up the vibrating toy next. I straddled it, and as we kissed hungrily he whispered filthy thoughts—“I love watching your greedy cunt take it, baby, you’re such a good little slut for me.†The toy thrust up into me fast and deep, vibrating my clit until another orgasm ripped through me. Finally we fell into missionary. He fucked me slow then savage, eyes locked, until he buried himself to the hilt and exploded, pumping rope after thick rope of hot cum deep inside my pussy. God, what a start to our weekend.

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That same evening on the sofa I couldn’t wait any longer. I straddled Peter reverse cowgirl, my back to his chest, and sank my dripping pussy down onto his rock-hard cock until he filled me completely. I rode him like I was possessed—bouncing hard, ass cheeks slapping his thighs, grinding in deep circles so his cockhead rubbed my G-spot perfectly. He gripped my hips, thrusting up to meet every drop, one hand reaching around to rub my swollen clit while the other pinched my nipples. My juices ran down his balls. I leaned forward, arching my back, taking him even deeper. The pressure built fast. I clenched hard around him and came violently, my whole body shaking as my pussy milked him. Peter groaned loud and unloaded, flooding me with pulse after pulse of thick cum while I kept riding through both our orgasms. Pure filthy heaven on that sofa.

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The next morning we woke up starving for each other—hard, passionate sex that left the sheets soaked. He flipped me over, pinned me down, and fucked me deep and relentless until I was begging and squirting. Then this afternoon I took total control. I lubed up my strap-on and slowly filled Peter’s tight ass with the thick toy, thrusting steady and deep while stroking his throbbing cock. He moaned like a slut, prostate milking making him leak everywhere. Once he was desperate I pulled out, straddled his rock-hard cock, and we went full tantric—slow, grinding circles, eyes locked, breathing together. Every tiny movement built insane energy. Our bodies trembled as the orgasm built for what felt like forever. Finally we both shattered at the same moment—my pussy pulsing around him as he pumped load after hot load deep inside me. This weekend with Peter has been nonstop, mind-blowing sex. I’m ruined for anything else.