Storm POV:
*knock, knock, knock.*
“f**k, We have a few more minutes,” I say against her lips as I thrust in and out of her in the most delicious way and she moans as she tangles her tongue with mine.
“Let them wait.” She begs as her legs start to tremble around my hips and her orgasm begins to rise. We’ve been at it all damn night but we can’t get enough of each other especially since mom sent us home with a bag of five of her famous peanut butter cookies.
Her p***y walls grips my c**k so hard that is almost begging me to not exit her. It’s enough to make me question how strong this condom is. I wrap my hand around her neck and she bites her bottom lip enjoying it.
*KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK.*
The knocking gets louder at my front door and I regret telling these cockblockers where I live. I
