Full HD: Reach Me From Behind

That whole “reach behind” thing he pulled that night is something I still replay in my head, because what started as us just lazily sprawled out watching a movie with a half-empty bottle of wine turned into him suddenly tugging my leggings down, and before I knew it I was bent over the arm of that old couch, feeling him settle his weight in behind me for a deep doggystyle that had my fingers digging into the cushions. The real kicker though was when he leaned his whole chest flat against my back, his breath hot on my neck, and his hand snaked around my hip with this sneaky reach behind to find me from a totally different angle, sliding his fingers right against that spot that made my knees buckle, and I let out this embarrassingly loud gasp that just echoed in the quiet room. I was trying so hard to push back and meet his rhythm, but every time he’d use that reach behind move to grip my waist and pull me harder onto him, I’d lose my train of thought completely, the whole room filled with the soundtrack of us, wet and rhythmic against the fabric of the couch. Then he wanted more, sliding down in front of me so I could wrap my hand around him for a handjob, watching my thumb work over the tip while he bit his lip, and when I leaned down for a blowjob, I could taste that salty, musky hint of him that just drove me wild, his reach behind now tangling in my hair as he guided me. The finale had him flipping me over one last time, that raw primal urge taking over as he pushed back inside and finished with a creampie that had us both shuddering, and then he pulled out and stroked himself onto my face, leaving me sprawled on the rug, breathless and sticky, just staring at the ceiling and thinking about how every single move he made was controlled by that effortless reach behind that I never saw coming but now crave obsessively.