"Get on top of me." he tells me, unceremoniously, this morning. There was no foreplay, no warming up, he had simply woken up, reached over, grabbed my arm to pull me atop him and issued the command.
"I'm not very wet," I quickly retort, placing my pussy over his very hard cock.
"Oh, I'll take care of that by the end."
"By cumming in me?" I reply. To which he looks into my eyes and grins, his evil grin. I inwardly roll my eyes and have a brief inner conflict between wanting to simply be satisfied to be of service, wishing he would reach for the lube because...ugh - he just pushed in without any natural moisture...and wanting foreplay as I was asleep just a few seconds ago.
He begins to pump into me and he pushes me up slightly. He rolls my nipple to attention and then quickly plays the bongos on my breasts. Again, my mind quickly drifts to being indignant - a boy playing bongos on my titties, I mean seriously?! As I sit up straighter, he swings and begins to spank - my breasts hard and upon impact I moan and cum. Holy, holy, wow...that was quick. Well no worries about being dry...
He continues to spank hard while he impales me and I continue to pulse, squeeze, and gush.
When he has had his pleasure, he looks into my eyes once again, "Good morning, fiona." Indeed!