Jason’s hands came up to cup my breasts through my shirt as I ground against him.

We’d made it as far as the couch, and I wasn’t about to stop him so we could relocate. Instead, I helped him along, reaching down to pull my shirt up over my head. He made quick work of my bra, and then his long fingers began kneading my bare breasts.

I let out a low moan as he pinched and tugged my nipples, lifting my breasts. He knows how sensitive my tits are, and he leaned in to suck on them, pulling a nipple between his teeth and then soothing it with laps from his broad tongue. He switched back and forth between the left and the right, and each nip of his teeth or swipe of his tongue made my pussy drip more and more. He was getting aroused, too, and I felt his hard-on pressing against me. I wiggled my hips, grinding my pelvis against his, and got his attention. As much as I was enjoying his interest in my breasts, I was horny as hell, and I needed a little more action to get off.

I moved off his lap so I could take off my pants, and Jason followed suit. His cock was rock-hard, and he quickly took his seat on the sofa again. He reached out for me, and I let him pull me toward him, straddling his lap, reaching down to hold his cock still and sliding down until he was fully enveloped. His cock was hot and hard, and I felt it throb inside me as I settled against him.

We kissed passionately, his talented tongue exploring my mouth as I rode him. I pumped myself up and down on his shaft, my ass bouncing against his thighs and my hands pressed tight to his shoulders. Then he started to thrust up into me, his hips jerking up from the couch and slamming against mine. I was close to reaching orgasm. Jason had gotten me so worked up with his titplay that I knew it wouldn’t take much more to get me to climax. I wrapped my arms around his back and fucked him harder and faster, my thighs burning from the exertion. I was almost there.

Jason came first, and I felt his cock spasming inside me as he shot his load. I didn’t stop moving, though, bouncing on his lap until I felt the telltale tingle that precedes an orgasm. I pumped one, two, three more times, then ground my pussy hard against his pelvis as I finally reached ecstasy.

When we disentangled ourselves, his lap was coated in my juices. He got up and stumbled toward the kitchen to grab some paper towels to clean up with, then came back to the couch to lie down with me. We ended up spending the night on the sofa — again. One of these days, we’ll make it all the way to the bedroom.