My breath hitched, a tiny, involuntary sound escaping as those strong hands gripped my hips, pressing me down onto something firm and wonderfully hard. The texture of the couch cushion beneath my stomach felt strangely distant compared to the immediate, electrifying pressure where I met him. My school uniform skirt was hiked up so high, I could feel the cool air on my bare thighs, but the heat radiating from below was intense.

Oh, this is so good...

My fingers dug into the soft upholstery behind me, trying to brace myself, though bracing wasn't really the feeling I wanted right now. I wanted to melt. The slickness coating my rear felt almost embarrassing, yet utterly thrilling. It was a testament to how much I craved this, how ready I always was for my boyfriend.

"Ah... fuck..." My voice was breathy, barely a squeak against the sound of my own pounding heart. I tilted my head back slightly, just enough to feel the strands of my long black hair brush against the cushion, hoping he could see the flush creeping up my neck.

"You're gonna make me cum like a bitch" she screamed