Valentine Passionate Creampie: Love Between The Sheets ♕

Sometimes, a man appreciates a little real intimacy.

Sure, there are lots of ways to be intimate, but nothing really says “I love you” like a deep, passionate creampie. Especially when it’s on Valentine’s Day, that is the only gift a man wants on that special day. And I was willing to be the best cum slut I could be for my man. I had the entire scene planned and I even played myself that morning fantasizing about what would later become the end of my night.

I wore red panties, a bra, and red fishnet stockings, presenting myself as a devilish French maid when Jeremy walked through the door after his long day at work. I had spent most of my day thinking about his hands all over my body. After our customary welcome home kiss, he made no hesitation in leading me up the stairs to our room. He knows what this outfit means: deep, passionate creampie, and I would settle for nothing less.

He threw me on the bed, ripped the stockings open in the middle, pulled aside the panties, and went down on me to get me wet (I was already dripping), fingerfucking me as he slobbered all over my clit. I smiled and relaxed as he hurriedly undid his pants. “Come on, baby,” I cooed, “come fuck me and give me that deep, passionate creampie I so adore…”

I Couldn’t Think Straight, I Needed Him Inside Me

Senseless, actually. He held my wrists above my head, then took turns slapping my bouncing tits before squeezing my nipples. He was fucking me so hard, the back of my head started slamming against the headboard. I couldn’t feel it at the time, but the motion knocked me so silly I started cumming. But I didn’t want him to cum with me, because I wanted to experience him and his deep passionate creampie fully and with a clear mind, to savor it.

I got myself under control, but when I looked up at Jeremy to admire his husky body, I looked into his eyes and didn’t see a husband. I saw an animal. A raw, unfiltered, impassioned animal, under the control of his instincts alone. I was completely and utterly submitting to Jeremy.

Knowing He Was An Animal Opened Me Up More Fully To The Deep, Passionate Creampie That Was Imminent.

I started to see stars. And then there it was. Gobs and gobs of instinct-driven, animalistic cum filled every corner of my pussy. Jeremy’s balls drained into me all of his pent-up aggression from the week. I kept my eyes locked on his as they nearly rolled into the back of his head. “Thank you, baby,” I said as he left me. I squeezed my legs together and tucked them in to keep his warm, deep passionate creampie inside me. I was in a trance as Jeremy’s cum was trying to drip out of my tight pussy.

“For what?” He said. “For everything,” I sighed, then fell asleep.