Sounds in the dark…

When we fuck, we do it with the lights on.

When we make love, it’s by candlelight.

We like to see ourselves intertwined; the reaction of our bodies; how we play with our toys, and how we cum for each other. The sight of red lipstick smeared over my chest and cock always has me a spank away from cumming hard.

Sometimes though, we will find ourselves in the dark and when this happens, we simply listen to the sounds of our fucking — our only desire is to listen. We touch of course but only to get hard and wet, and eventually shift to scissor each other — she grabs my cock and with her help, I enter her. There is soft moan.

My motion is slow and easy and there is only the sound of the sheet that covers us; we are both silent. I respond to her body and speed up with measured thrusts — she gets wetter and I can hear it. A gentle moan escapes my lips as I thrust deeper, and she moans deeply for the first time. Our breathing is heavy and fills the room.

With my excitement and her sounds, my thrusts become lost in a growing passion and the distinctive slap of cock and cunt starts to dominate the sounds of the room. I love the sound of me fucking her, and her growing moans are an invitation to fuck her harder. I can feel her cum on my cock before I hear her; it’s a low rolling moan. The slapping sound of me fucking her harder and faster continues long after she has stopped moaning and I am lost in the sound as I build.

I cum faster than I wanted and moan loudly — there was a slight sound of glee as she takes my cum.

Silence.

There’s a rustling of sheets as we repositioned to look at each other in the dark. I can almost hear my cum dripping from her cunt onto the sheets.

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