Dating : Fug Me

Our reflection in the round mirror is extremely hot. My right hand on her left boob, my left hand holding her underbelly. We are doing doggy in our upright position. No need for her to hold onto anything except for my arms. All she needs to do is to focus on the sensations that my rod is provoking deep inside of her.

The French have a word for this phenomenon: portmanteau. The art of mixing two words into a new one. As with many things in life this came unexpectedly. We were racing up the stairs of the apartment we were staying at, when Bunny told me:

– I want you to fug me in front of the mirror
– Beg your pardon?
– You know, how you hug me when we are doing doggy?
– Was that a Freudian slip and you are asking me to fuck you in front of the mirror?

The sound of the lock opening didn’t let me hear her answer. Not that it mattered, for she took off her shoes and ran to the room with said mirror while removing her panties on the way. She bent over and raised her dress just the little distance that it needed to show me her beautiful swollen vulva lips.

Fug: Hug while we Fuck

The warmth of summer has turned us into wild beasts. We are fucking everywhere, and anytime. But how can I not just drop my clothes and proceed to grab my Bunny by her butt when presented with such a delicious temptation?

I start removing her white summer dress as I am pointing the tip of my rod into the entrance of her desire. She grabs my rod and rubs it in between the lips of her wet vulva, stroking herself all the way to her clit. The sensation is overwhelming.

I feel her warm wetness ready for me. With her fingertips she directs me to the right spot and the tip slides right in. The sound of her expletive tells me that we are at the perfect spot. I move my right hand under her arm, holding her by her ribcage while I shove myself all the way in.

I bend just slightly to feel the skin of her back against my abdomen. She shakes her hair to get a full view of us in the mirror and moves her ass just a tiny bit to the right so that she can see my hips pumping my loving into her.

I know I need to spank her right now, and lock eyes with her as my palm raises. She already has an expression of surprise on her lips as the solid sound of a slap is heard. A guttural Argh comes out of her as she closes her eyes.

I grab her underbelly with my other arm and start to firmly direct our bouncing. I grab her left boob with my right hand and support the right one in an embrace that provides as much skin overlap as possible. The wild rocking of her hair in the mirror provides a beautiful background image to our loving.

“Is this how you wanted to be fugged?”

She can only mutter an Uh-huh, and I know from the way she is holding on to my arms that her first orgasm is not far away. I drive her gorgeous body up and down, as if I was loading an old shotgun again and again.

And the load ignites as I feel her legs giving way. Her eyes fully closed, her mouth in that expression of pain that comes from too much pleasure. She is coming in my arms and I am holding her still.

She moves one leg on top of the other as her upper body starts to shake. Once, twice, three times. I stop counting and focus on seeing our reflection in the mirror as I hold her in my arms.

She is out of breath. I bring my mouth to her ear and whisper:

“Bebe, I cant wait to fug you in many other positions tonight…”