Sensual Porn Story made by DaneJones: The dorm room was barely lit, the warm glow of a single desk lamp casting golden halos across our trembling bodies. Outside, rain tapped against the windows like a private drumbeat for the sex we were finally brave enough to have.
We’d flirted for months; stolen looks in lecture halls, accidental touches in the dining hall. Tonight there was no accident. Just raw desire colliding with the certainty we couldn’t wait another day.
His fingers traced the curve of my bare waist, slipping under my cropped tee. Every brush of skin sent electricity straight to my clit. My breath caught; he growled low, the sound vibrating straight through me like a vibrator on max.
My back hit the wall, plaster cool against fevered skin. He dropped to his knees, palms sliding up my thighs, spreading them wide. He pressed his face between my legs, inhaling my soaked panties before ripping them down. The first swipe of his tongue parted my slick folds, circling my swollen clit until my legs shook. He licked deeper, tongue fucking my tight pussy, drinking me like he was starving. My fingers tangled in his thick hair, pulling him harder against me.
“Please, don’t stop,” whimpered, hips grinding shamelessly into his face. My orgasm ripped through me, pussy spasming, juices flooding his mouth as he moaned against my cunt.
He stood slowly, lips glossy with my cum. We kissed savagely, tasting myself on his tongue. My hands fumbled with his belt, freeing the hardest cock I’d ever felt. Veins pulsed along the thick shaft; pre-cum glistened on the tip. My mouth watered instinctively, but tonight was about connection, not just worshipping his dick.
He guided me to his narrow dorm bed. Sheets smelled faintly of cologne and us. He laid me down, crawling between my thighs. His cock dragged up my soaked slit, teasing my entrance. With one slow thrust he buried himself to the hilt. My pussy stretched around him, walls clutching greedily, the stretch bordering on painful bliss.
“So fucking tight,” he groaned, staying buried, letting me adjust. We moved together, rolling hips in deliberate waves rather than frantic pounding. Every grind of his pelvis ground against my clit, sending sparks up my spine.
Our eyes locked. Raw vulnerability pulsed between us. He cupped my breasts, thumbs flicking hard nipples before lowering to suck each one into his mouth, teeth grazing tenderly. My back arched, pushing deeper onto his cock.
He shifted, lifting my legs over his shoulders, driving even deeper. The new angle massaged my g-spot, making me cry out. His thrusts quickened, not desperate yet, but building pressure like a storm.
Sweat slicked our bodies, the scent of sex heavy in the air. My nails raked down his back as another climax surged closer. “Cum inside me,” panted, voice shattered. “Fill my pussy, baby.”
He growled, slamming deeper, hips snapping. The headboard rattled against the wall. With one final thrust he buried himself balls deep, cock pulsing inside me. Hot cum flooded my walls, coating every inch. My pussy milked him, greedy for every drop.
We stayed joined, bodies trembling in the aftershock. He collapsed beside me, cock still twitching inside. We stayed locked, not separating, savoring the sticky warmth. Our lips brushed, soft now. The frantic hunger sated, replaced by deep tenderness.
“Next time,” whispered, “let’s try it with you on top. Ride my dick slow, watching me lose control inside you.” The promise hung in the humid air, already fueling round two.
