Jeramih wrote a song about this.

We're sat there, on my parents' sofa, listening to our friends talk to us, but I know we're not listening. We're sitting there fantasising about when they're going to leave, it's the only time that we've had the house to ourselves over this (my 21st birthday) weekend and we want to fuck. He's sitting on my feet. Kerry's eating cake. I know she wants to leave to. This guy drove an hour to come get her to drive her to a gig which is another 90 mins and she's been in love with him since forever.

"Go, go, go" is all I'm thinking in my head. I need some noisy fucking. As much as I like playing with his cock whilst Kerry is passed out drunk over the other side of the room and my parents are downstairs, I need to get fucked hard, fast and where I can scream his name and get spanked and talked dirty to. 

When they finally leave, I play the tease, I pop over to the neighbours to drop off some cake, I shower, then get dressed. But he can't take any more of it when I  call to book a table for dinner, as he slips his hand in my shorts from behind as I forget what time I wanted a table for. He whispers "seven" in my ear as he flips me around and kisses my neck as I quickly confirm the time of our table and press the red button on my phone. 

He grabs my shoulders, kisses me, softly only once and then pushes me onto the bed and strokes my smooth legs with his beautifully soft hands, pulls my shorts and underwear off and throws them across the room. I flinch as his touch on the inside of my thighs gives me butterflies, makes me wet. I watch him as he pushes my legs far apart.


As I lay back and enjoy his soft, talented tongue doing only what he can do to my throbbing, wet clit, my body is anticipating the noisy bed slamming against the wall as my body is being treated to a fucking worthy of an R&B song. I cum, of course I do. I've spent about seven sleep hours anticipating his touch, an orgasm is the first thing on my list. It seems as if I wasn't the only one wanting to put the bed to good use, as he climbs on top of me and I stroke his length. I want it in my mouth, but I can tell he has other plans as he scrambles for the lube and hands it to me. I'd never let him cover himself in lube when I could do it for him, no fun in that. His sharp intake of breath in reaction to the temperature of the lube makes me let out a girly giggle as my lubed up hand job quickly heats things up again.


There's nothing slow, savoured or romantic about what happens next. It's pure passion, need and lusting. My legs are stretched high above my head, tied together by his hand as the other comes down hard on my ass and he thrusts himself deeper and harder into me. My hands are gripped onto the pillows and his shoulders as the luxury of being fucked takes over my body and he kisses my legs and teases me, running his nails down my thighs. I wrap my legs around and lift my ass up to bring myself into him. There shouldn't be a single millimetre of his substantial length that isn't filling me with every hard and powerful thrust. He grabs the headboard for leverage and I'm worried that the whole bed will just collapse, but I don't think we'd stop. His cock is giving me such intense pleasure that I don't even realise his thumb is rubbings my soaked, swollen, throbbing clit and preparing me for an orgasm the size of Switzerland. Without much notice, I'm cumming in a noisy and elaborate display of euphoric satisfaction that only a naughty fuck can give you. And he's not far behind me, I can feel his hot cum squirt and fill me as our bodies are tensed against each other in a sweaty, sexy tangle. 


We collapse on the squeaky bed and are almost late for our dinner reservations at seven due to the other two fucks we fit in to our afternoon.