Forfeit

Rebecca Volpetti’s glued to the game, thumbs slamming buttons, and I’m not having it. She feels my hand and shoots me that fake-pissed glare, all clenched jaw and little smirk under it. Shorts still on, I rub slow circles over her pussy until the thin cotton turns damp and warm against my fingers. She curses under her breath, hips twitching like she can’t decide if she wants to scoot away or grind down harder. Pants go down fast; her mouth’s on my cock a second later, wet, hungry, sucking like she’s punishing me for interrupting her game. I yank her onto the bed, spread her thighs, and slide straight into that tight little pussy in missionary—her legs hooked over my elbows, her gasps loud in my ear. We flip, I bend her face-down on the mattress, grip those pigtails like handlebars while I pound her doggy-style and watch them bounce with every thrust. Spooning next, lazy and deep, my hand sliding between her legs to keep the heat building. Then she takes control, climbs on backwards for reverse cowgirl, ass flexing, then spins around to ride me proper, tits in my face. When I’m ready I pull out, she drops to her knees, and I paint her pretty face with thick ropes of cum while she sticks her tongue out, game totally forgotten.