Her Pussy Was Insane

It was our three-month anniversary, and we had decided to celebrate with a fancy dinner followed by a movie. As we settled into our plush seats in the darkened theater, I couldn't help but feel a warm sense of contentment. But as the previews rolled on, my girlfriend's hand found its way to mine, giving it a squeeze.

"I have something better planned for dessert," she whispered seductively in my ear, her warm breath sending shivers down my spine.

We left in the middle of the movie, the thrill of our secret plan making my heart race. As we entered her apartment, she pulled me close, our lips meeting in a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced together, tasting the remnants of our shared meal. Her fingers worked quickly to unbutton my blouse, sliding it off my shoulders and revealing my lacy bra. She traced a path of kisses down my neck, her lips finding their way to my cleavage. I arched my back, giving her better access, as a soft moan escaped my lips.

She led me to her bedroom, where she had already prepared the bed with satin sheets. We undressed each other, taking our time to appreciate every inch of skin revealed. Her hands roamed my body, her touch setting my nerves alight. I did the same, feeling her soft curves and firm muscles.

Once we were both naked, she pushed me back onto the bed, climbing on top of me and pinning me down with her thighs. Her pussy was already wet, glistening in the soft light of the room. I could feel her heat, even through the fabric of her panties.

"You're so wet," I murmured, my fingers tracing the outline of her pussy.

She nodded, biting her lower lip. "I've been thinking about this all night," she admitted. "I want to feel you, inside me."

I didn't need any more encouragement. I slid her panties to the side, revealing her swollen lips. She was shaved, smooth and soft to the touch. I ran my fingers over her folds, feeling her slick juices coat my skin. She gasped, her hips bucking against my hand.

I guided her down onto her back, spreading her legs wide. I kneeled between them, taking in the sight of her wet, pink pussy. I leaned down, my breath hot against her skin. I teased her, my tongue flicking out to taste her juices. She squirmed beneath me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

I took my time, exploring her body with my mouth. I sucked on her clit, flicking it with my tongue. I slid a finger inside her, feeling her walls clench around me. She tasted sweet, like honey and musk. I added another finger, curling them upwards to hit her G-spot.

She cried out, her back arching off the bed. "Oh god, yes!" she moaned. I could feel her getting closer, her pussy tightening around my fingers. I sucked harder, my fingers moving faster.

And then she came, her juices flooding my mouth. I drank her in, swallowing every drop. She collapsed back onto the bed, panting and spent. I crawled up beside her, kissing her softly.

"That was amazing," she whispered, her eyes half-closed with pleasure.

I smiled, feeling satisfied. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," I replied.

But our night was far from over. She rolled on top of me, our bodies pressed together. Her nipples were hard, pebbled against my skin. She tweaked and pinched them, sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. I wrapped my legs around her waist, pulling her closer.

Her pussy was already wet again, slick with her juices. She rubbed herself against me, her clit grinding against mine. I moaned, my back arching off the bed.

"Fuck me," I begged, my voice hoarse with desire.

She didn't need any more encouragement. She slid her fingers inside me, her pussy hot and wet against my pussy lips. We moved together, our bodies in perfect sync. We kissed, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. We moaned into each other's lips, our breaths mingling together.

I could feel another orgasm building inside me, my pussy clenching around her. She moved faster, her thrusts becoming more urgent. And then I came, my pussy tightening around her. She followed soon after, her body shuddering with pleasure.

We collapsed onto the bed, our bodies covered in sweat. We cuddled, our limbs tangled together. I could feel her heart beating against mine, steady and strong.

"That was the best anniversary ever," she whispered, her voice soft and sleepy.

I smiled, my heart swelling with love. "I couldn't agree more," I replied.