Give me your gfs!
I went in slowly at first, not sure how Claire would react--uncharted territory, folks. She wrapped her arms across my back and dug her nails into my flesh and let out a noise that, for a moment, I was afraid would get the police called on us. She tucked her head down and I could feel the heat of her breath against my neck. I pushed deeper.
Claire crossed her legs around me. I couldn't believe her strength. "More," she moaned, "more, more.." I went deeper. She began thrusting her hips back and forth, Her breathing quickened and her moans became more frequent. I got the distinct impression that I was less a man to her now than some piece of meat that she had brought into her domain strictly for her own pleasure. This realization aroused my greatly and I quickened my pace.
I gripped her hair and pulled her head backward. I leaned in and chewed on her earlobe. I fondled her enormous breast and circled my finger round an erect nipple. This, I'm sure, was her first time being with anyone, and I wanted to leave her with a good impression. Mid-thrust, I felt her vaginal muscles clench around me, as her moans became louder I covered her mouth with mine, hoping that her orgasm wouldn't induce me to finish myself. I was now fully invested in this moment and wanted to keep it going, since even now I knew it would NEVER happen again. I looked over at the clock on her nightstand that read 9:23 (only 52 minutes, holy SHIT). I thought of lesson plans and meetings, and ARD dates and...
im invested now post moar
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It wasn't enough. I clenched my hands behind her back and blew my load into her, disregarding any thought of safe practices (women with Downs are generally less fertile than those without. Even so, I could've been more careful. As of writing this, around a year later, I haven't seen any sign of problems, but still...)
For a time, the only sound in the room was our breathing. Still heavy. We laid there for a couple of minutes before she got the idea of us taking a shower in the attached bathroom. There she was back to her old self, laughing and giddily telling me how much fun that was as we scrubbed each other's juices off.
We dried off and got our clothes back on and Claire made no complaint, showed no disappointment when I said it was time for me to go. Whatever. She'd got what she wanted. She grabbed my hand and kissed me on the cheek before I stumbled through the dark house to the front door, beyond which my car waited for me by the curb.
