Hand Washing the Table Cloth

right now, i'm hand washing the table cloth . . . .

you just HAD to sex me on the GOOD table...
at first i wasn't up for it
but when you started spanking my ass
and stroking my pussy,
i gleefully bent over and let you continue your assault.

yanking my shorts down
you started to finger the insides of my wet hairless pussy
one finger
two fingers
three...

i reached back, grabbed your big-ass-pussy-pounding dick
and guided it towards me.
no need for the kisses and shit this time
we both knew this was only about a gud fuck.

as you started your attack,
you grabbed my hair and yanked my head back
pushing your dick deeper into my pussy

my breathing became more staccato
me: ohhhh...myyyy....gggg-.....ohhhh...yessss...
you: damnnn....girrrrlll....thisss....pussy...issotiiight....
me: mmmmm...a little deeeee-perrrr....daddddeee...

you then swing my legs over until i'm on top of the GOOD table
my legs resting on your thighs
my back and ass arched off of the table
my head and hands the only thing touching it...tryin to gain stability

as we continue to fuck:
me: ohhhh...pleasssseee.....not...onnn...the...GOOD...taaaay-ble.....
you: damnnn....girrrrlll....thisss....pussy...issotiiight....
me: arrre...youuuu...hear...ing..meee....
you: damnnn....girrrrlll....thisss....pussy...issotiiight....

you start rubbing and pinching my clit
and the slap-slap-slap-slap of our skin becoming louder and wetter
i orgasm from that physical and auditory stimulation
begging you to stop, yet knowing i want the opposite

tears start to form in my eyes
my toes start to curl
my legs start to shake
and i let out a guttoral moan precluded by
me: ohhhh...myyyy....gggg-.....ohhhh...yessss...iii...can't...take...it....
and concluded by
me: i...amm...bout...tooo...c-c-cccuummm....

you decide that this is a good time to go even faster and inch a bit deeper
and my pussy decides to squirt
not a cute little fountain drink,
but a geyser of liquid ejaculation that hits your abs
runs down the crack of my ass
and pools on the table cloth

after seeing my explosion, you finally come
feeding me your juicy dick
as you rub the last sensations from my trembling body

me: that was good daddeee...you know i needed it...but the GOOD table? shit.