Monica bounces up and down on your dick. She is caught in the throes of passion and does not care how she acts. The sight of her long, black hair and breasts thrashing around is almost hypnotic.

"Oh yeah! Keep fucking me, stud!"

You pick up the pace of your pounding, hoping to push her over the edge. Filling her up completely like you are doing is sufficient.

"I'm cumming! I'm cumming! I'm fu-cking cumming!"

Her eyes roll into the back of her head and throws her head back suddenly. She gyrates her body on top of you. You grab her ass to hold her steady until she calms down.

After a couple of minutes, her heart rate slows and she recovers herself. Panting, she looks down at you.

"Thank you. But you didn't cum yet, did you? I'm sorry. I'll suck you off. I'll even swallow. How does that sound?"

You simply smile and nod.

She climbs off of your dick and and plants her face near your crotch. Her tiny hands grab your member and directs it to her mouth. She begins to suck with fervor. She has the skills of a pro, one of the many reasons you love her.

After a couple of minutes, you feel yourself ready to cum. You tap her on the back of her head twice, your personal signal of your incoming ejaculation. She nods and, true to her word, swallows every last drop.

Once you're both done, she climbs back up the bed and next to you.

"I love how our tastes mix. It's like PB & J."

"I'm the luckiest guy in the world," you say.

"I love you, too. This brings up something, actually. How come we always do it at my place? Why not yours? You aren't hiding something are you?"