I was walking home from a long night of working at the shitty pub. It was a nice day, not too hot, not too cold. It was decent enough for me to wear shorts, a crop top, with fishnets and my beat-up Docs. I lit a cigarette when I was about a block away from my house.
As I got to my house, I noticed Andy's nice ass charger was sitting in the driveway. I threw my cigarette down and rushed inside.
"ANDY!" I yelled as I rushed inside.
"Hey darling." He came over to give me a hug. I knew what he was here for and was more than willing to oblige.
A few moments later, Andy had successfully stripped me down to the red lace lingerie I'd put on, and I had him in nothing but boxers. He was skillfully kissing my neck and he had me wet in a matter of seconds. "Tell me now if you want to stop love." He said as he laid me on the bed. I just moaned in response. He took that as 'Don't stop'. He took off my lingerie and took a nipple in his mouth. I moaned and arched my back. He pushed a finger inside of me and did a back-and-forth motion.
Once he thought I was ready for another finger, he shoved another inside of me and picked up his pace. Once he had his fill of finger fucking me, he shoved his boxers down, and pushed his dick inside of me. He kept a steady but slow motion.
“Andy, baby. Faster please.” I whimpered. He listened to me and jackhammered into me.
Soon we both came in a joyous moment. He lit a cigarette for us to share.
We laid down on the bed, and soon fell asleep. I knew he wouldn't be here when I woke up, but at least I had him some nights.