It was a Fetish Friday night, and the air was thick with anticipation. The room was dimly lit, casting long shadows across the bed where our two bodies were entangled. His cock was already half-hard, pulsating with the rhythm of my heartbeat. I could feel his breath on my neck, the scent of sweat and testosterone, and it made me soaked between my thighs.
I reached down to touch myself, caressing the damp folds of my pussy as I felt him behind me, his fingers tracing circles around my clit before slipping inside me. We moved together, our hips grinding against each other, building up the tension like two magnets drawn towards one another. His cock was now fully erect, straining against the fabric of his boxers, and he reached over to remove it from its confinement.
I felt a tremor in my loins as I watched him stroke himself, his hand moving up and down with precision, teasing out a steady stream of precum that glistened in the low light. My pussy was wet and swollen, aching for release, and I knew I wouldn't be able to hold off much longer.
He moved behind me again, positioning himself at my entrance before sliding in with one smooth motion. The sensation of being filled by his thick cock sent shivers down my spine, and I moaned into the pillow as he began to thrust harder and faster. His fingers were still on my clit, rubbing it in circles that matched the rhythm of his hips.
I reached back to grasp his balls, squeezing them gently as he fucked me from behind. The sensation of being touched there, so close to where his cock was entering me, sent a jolt through my entire body, making me feel even more aroused than before.
We continued like this for several minutes, our movements growing more erratic and frenzied as we both neared the edge of orgasm. His strokes became deeper and harder, each one hitting a new spot inside me that made me cry out in pleasure. I could feel his cock swelling even further within me, and knew he was close to coming too.
As if by some unspoken agreement, we both began to slow down our movements, savoring the last few moments of this intense encounter. Our breathing grew heavier, and sweat trickled down our bodies as we neared the pinnacle of our pleasure.
Suddenly, he pulled out, leaving me gasping for breath with only my own hand between my legs to provide relief. But then, without warning, he slid back inside me in one smooth motion, his cock filling me once more with its warmth and hardness.
With a final thrust, he came deep within me, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body as we both collapsed onto the bed, spent and satiated after our passionate lovemaking. Fetish Friday had never felt so good.