resonance & ricochets

You never knew this day would come, and she’s in the same boat as you, yet still grateful.

If you look at it, you’re not turning back, not when Nien’s body is resting against yours, her breath hinting on your nostrils as her eyes yearn for that one thing she deserves the most.

“I know you’ve been dying to do this to me.” Nien hints, smirking inches away from you as she keeps her frame rested against yours, getting you into that disposition and testing the waters. “Say what you’re gonna say, babe.”

Your eyes meet hers, then eyeing her body and that exposed panty resting just above her waist, hands stretching the hem of it as you lift your head up, drowning on her abysmal stare. “I really do think the guys at the bar are eyeing you all the time.”

“You think so?” Nien’s genuine, giggling knowing how much she’s alluring as she skates her hands towards the hem of your polo, dying to undress it as she plays with your abs. 

“Yeah—I mean I can’t blame them, honestly.” You continue playing with the exposed garter, even stretching it to the point she whimpers, and all you can do is mask that hubristic smile, letting her know how hot she is. “But I’m the only one who knows what’s underneath this.”

“Yes, babe.”

You’re dying to fuck her.

The introduction is simple: you keep her riled up with kisses on her neck, shoulders and even on those arms to let you know how you’re practically worshipping such a perfected, chiseled unit of a woman.

“F-fuck—are you just gonna kiss me or fuck me?”

“Hm?” You stare towards those glistening orbs of hers, puzzled if she’s liking this or too frustrated to prolong such depravity. “Patience, sweetheart—you don’t mind me kissing your perfect body?”

She doesn’t. She never does.

“I n-never said that…” 

“Then allow me to.”

You know how things go around Nien, especially when she’s this needy around you and with such an inviting outfit she knows you’ll be done for. She just moans in your ear, loving how you handle her and how you properly appreciate her, suckling onto her porcelain skin that’s enough to possibly leave hickeys.

“God—you fucking want me, babe.”

“I really do.” Your hands roam around her toned abs, working your way to undress such fabric that deprives you from seeing more of her, unbuckling her belt as she helps you out. “I wanna do something with you though.” 

You still continue peppering her body with kisses until you stop, and your words piques her. “What’d you like to do?”

“When your pants are on the floor, then you’ll know.” 

You mark your words, and knowing where this goes, it’s only a matter of time. It's just the last bit of defense, that frustrating button in between holding everything together before such filth ensues. She’ll eventually know it, because you can’t resist and she can’t wait any longer, dismissing the idea of prolonging what she’s dying to feel.

There it goes, the fabric on the floor, and her legs in full sight.

“Jesus, fuck—you’re beautiful, Nien.” You caress the smoothness of her thighs, her godly curvature and the chiseled perfection of her abs. You can’t simply shut up on how hot this woman is, her potential and how she derails you into this person needing her ultimately.

Your words make her flustered, shading that rosy hue on her cheeks as she vocalizes how something is unfair. “Need you to undress too, babe.”

“Seriously?” You’re sincere, genuinely puzzled but ultimately teasing her, knowing her words wouldn’t budge on you just yet. “You gotta be patient, sweetie—you don’t mind bending over the couch, do you?”

She plasters that confident smile, eyes in ultimate interest with your command as she doesn’t mind, her toned, fit frame in front of you to gawk over and relish.

There’s no other thing to do with someone in the right headspace, but she made you feel unwell to the point that you know she deserves and wants this dynamic.

“Are you finally gonna fuck me?”

“I would.” Your finger traces her back, those delectable asscheeks in display, and the clothed cunt possibly wet from the foreplay you’ve done earlier. “But not yet. I’ll do something you’ll like.”

Nien stops peeking over her shoulder, braces for whatever you may do to her with her hands gripping the headboard tightly, and closes her eyes, putting her trust in you.

“Something like—ow!” First strike. Was imminent, not surprising yet unexpected.

It was enough to make her bite her own lip, wincing with the pain you delivered on the plump shape of her ass, the jiggle hypnotizing you to do another one. 

“You like that, babe?”

“I do, but god—at least let me know it—ow!” Second strike. Little less rough, yet enough for her to feel it.

At this point, Nien is expecting you to be anything but gentle, knowing how she hinted how she’s going to rock your world and she wanted you to be rough because she can take it.

And you’re ultimately putting her into the test.

Your hand caresses her butt, tracing your fingers over the red imprint that’s starting to glow on her skin, then towards her Achilles’ heel—her pussy, subtly wet and ultimately needing you.

So here’s the fun fact: Nien always wanted to test the limits of herself and you, and ultimately, she always loved the spanks you deliver between such heated sex sessions, but she never thought you'd introduce such masochistic acts so early.

You can just imagine her face painting that beautiful emotion of pleasure and pain, and it’s just wonderful in your head knowing how much she likes this.

“Guess this never gets old, Nien.”

“Fuck—you’re so dirty I fucking love you.” She glances over her shoulder, gritting her teeth as you smirk towards her, knowing the inevitable will soon come but your kisses on her buttcheek reassures her. 

“I love you too.” Third strike. As harsh as the first. Nien chokes on her own spit, moaning the pain that gratifies her.

The illusion of pain ultimately dies down from its true nature, converting it into pleasure with every strike that you do. The rosy hue on her ass might as well live down for hours because with what you have in mind, these strikes aren’t far from over because she’s just a drug at this point.

You gently run your hands onto that familiar spot beneath her panties, making Nien yelp as her ragged breaths occur more often. She’s possibly yearning for your full control at this moment because she trusts you, and even with the ache of your hands delivering towards her ass, she begs for more. “God—fuck, b-babe—right there, right there…”

“Easy.” You soothe her nerves, calming her shaking knees as her sensitivity is off the roof considering how horny you got her and the depravity of sex for days you can’t possibly count. “Want me to fuck you now?”

She nods when she meets your face, inches away from her as you slope your body towards her, leaning forward and initiating a hot kiss from the lips which she reciprocates without a millisecond to waste. She grinds her butt onto your clothed erection, frustratingly shackled by your own discipline.

Fourth strike. Fifth strike. Sixth strike. God, her moans muffled by your own ravenous advances of kisses just makes your leak on your boxers, the vibrations on your mouth a gentle reminder of how great she’s been feeling.

The resonating sounds of your strikes might as well live inside the walls of the living room.

This is maybe a comeuppance of some sorts, but you know, the ambiguity of punishment gratifies her and she’s a whore for that.

When those hot seconds pass on, you pull out of her lips’ embrace and handle those curvaceous hips of hers with that hint of tease with your pinch of the other cheek, letting her know how much you love toying on such perfected craft by the gods themselves.

“Can’t always resist your kisses—god, fuck, this is so good.”

“It’s just gonna get better from this, sweetheart.” You guarantee the foretold feeling of gratification of course to be felt all around every centimeter in her body, your hands roaming over the softness of her skin and those buttcheeks hammered with your harsh slaps.

Nien senses your urges finally coming into play, your composure getting loose as she readies herself, her other hands trying to remove her top as you stop her, knowing that specific clothing enabled you onto something so filthy. “Leave those on, babe—we’re not in the bedroom yet.”

She nods as she keeps herself bent over on the couch, wiggling her ass when your clothed crotch meets it, letting you know how wet you’ve made her for the past half an hour. 

“Waited for this for so long—fuck, I need it inside me, please, babe.”

“I will.” Her words alone legitimately enable you a lot, and you’re at the wits’ end of discipline and foreplay because with her fuckable sight on display, you’re in no disposition to settle yourself into more minutes of frustrating teases.

You scramble your clothing down below, Nien’s advances later on undressing you aids with the pace you’re currently in. 

There’s no teasing or anything, pulling down your boxers as you sprung out your hardened erection onto the cool air of the room, Nien feeling the heat of it as you rest it between her ass.

“Do you know how fucked up you got me, Nien? Like sweetie—that thong styling you did is enough to fuck me up so bad.” You’re vocal and she loves it, your constant compliments a good tingle against her ear that makes her sincerely smile as she knows your weak points.

“Styled it so good you wanna rip it out and stuff my mouth with it as you fuck me rough—is that what you want to do?”

Guess she read your mind, but you have more tricks up your sleeve. “It’s right there but not yet, sweetie.”

You put those panties aside, thankfully commending how stretchy the garter is that allows you to put it on the side with minimal effort and without hindrances. 

What Nien said is true—thos hinting styles of her outfits turns you on more, and knowing how badly she wanted you when the both of you are in the bar, she knows she wore what she loves to wear, and its intention fully successful.

Too bad it’s eventually going to be stuffed or neglected somewhere else.

You push your cock inside her cunt, as the fervor of going deeper took you entirely, plunging it in but not the entirety and god, it’s heavenly. Nien’s cunt hugs you so tightly that with every withdrawal and movement you do, you inevitably grunt and savor each inch of her walls urging you to be the monster she wants you to be.

You pinch her left cheek harder than the usual, ensuing a slow pace that sets up the atmosphere, enabling her for more as the both of you exchange moans and that ecstatic feeling of fulfilling each other’s needs.

“Always so tight—god, I always love fucking your tight cunt, sweetie.”

“Always love your hard cock filling my guts—you’re fucking perfect, babe.” The compliments towards each other made the two of you blush immediately, feeling that sudden surge of love and roughness mix up as a great concoction for sex.

You return onto leaning over her figure, initiating another heated kiss as you continue pumping her, even hinting to strike her ass with your palm and when you do so, she moans on your kisses. There isn’t a possibly coherent or articulate sentence muttered between the both of you for a hot minute, just needy moans, grunts and your bodies clashing towards each other, reverberating around the room as its music amplifies the experience.

When you prompt yourself out of the snug embrace of her lips, you pull yourself backwards and initiate those spanks on her backside in every three thrusts you do, making her wince with the pain as every constricting motion of her pussy enables you to maintain your moderate pace.

You have a bright idea when her bent over figure is on display, getting hammered by you because at this point, you’re reenacting what thought crosses your mind.

“Fuck—shit! God, f-fuck, babe—keep fucking me like that!” Nien announces how much these little rough plays by you makes her cream more, her pussywalls getting tighter as you pull her hair with the other hand, and her panties with the other.

“You like me pulling your hair too? Fucking slut you are, sweetie.” Nien’s head stares at the ceiling, embracing every thrust and spank you do as the pleasure starts invading her entirely, moaning your name as your pace gets rougher. 

You test the limits of the panties, stretching it to the point where it's almost gonna break as you multitask with it, grabbing some of her hair too, grasping both of it. She keeps her back arched, her flexibility being tested as your other hand continues to strike her harshly, her cunt hugging you with a vice grip as your thrusts goes wild, a berserker that’s unstoppable.

You actually keep a tally on your spanks surprisingly with all of the overflowing pleasure in your brain: possibly twenty-seven, with a margin of error by two.

And she loves how rough you are with her.

“Christ—god, babe—I d-don’t think I’ll hold on long enough.”

“It’s fine, sweetie.” You kept those rough onslaught of thrust, bodies smacking together orchestrating that very piece that makes you feel complete, in total elation and locked in the space of total debauchery. “Cum on this cock—don’t hold back.”

She actually doesn’t, and she never will.

She comes beautifully. Those earthly, soft moans blessing your ears as you pump her through such an intense orgasm is never not going to be hot. Her pussy constricts around your length with a tightness unparalleled, growling with how euphoric it feels around you as the sounds of sex permeates the air, and it’s entirely music of total chaos.

Discordant moans fall audible in your ears, leaning down on her frame for another kiss, capturing those velvety, soft lips of hers as you deliver your thrusts. From time to time, you slow down the pace until it halts into a stop, plunging your whole length here and staying as long as you could before you resume again.

It occurs often to give her that miniscule respite—it’s still considered as one even though there are still barrages of spanks when you force your cock deep inside her—albeit you’re still having that urge to just pump her into another orgasm and let her fall into that trance.

Nien gets to a point where she just bounces onto your dick in every thrust and she knows you too well that with your irregular breaths and with the way you’re moaning, the familiar sensation in your groin is meeting you and you’re in the front seat.

“Are you c-close? God, p-please—fucking cum in me—” You will, and you’re inching closer than ever before.

All it takes is that one plunge and erupts deep, even managing to unsheathe your cock with all of your might after you fill her up and paint her rosy cheeks white, blending in with the colors that pleases your eyes. The elation that courses within you remained strong, still rock-hard and painting her holes with your cum, absolutely lost with the deprived sigh of Nien’s perfect backside painted with your seed.

Although, there’s a part of you that wanted her abs absolutely plastered with your cum but this can do, and possibly this is only the beginning.

“Almost ripped my panties in half, babe.”

You laugh with her remark as she does the same, exchanging breaths as she feels her legs slightly wobbly, standing up as her stamina doesn’t betray her. “Well I guess some designer brand panties are too strong for me.”

“Bullshit—but anyways, that—god, t-that was good.” It is, and Nien’s grateful with that as she turns around and initiates another loving kiss that lasts ephemerally, and you absolutely loved every second despite the roughness that took place.

“God, I think your spanks will sting until later—it’s so red.” She’s a little astonished, caressing her ass gently as the day isn’t done yet, because she’s too insatiable and she can say the same towards you.

“Well, you never asked me to stop, so—”

“Yes, I didn’t.” Her hands rests onto your chest, staring at each other with that intent of lust, that neverending passion between both units. “So let’s go to the bedroom and fill me up correctly.”

Usually, she complains when you don’t fill her up to the brim but today is an exception, and with that undying feeling between the both of you igniting, there’s nothing to be protesting about or anything remotely close to it.

So, she grabs you by the cock, strokes it firmly and towards the bedroom the two of you go.

You just don’t know what she has in store for you but one thing’s for sure: the neighbors aren’t going to love it.