Backstage of Boys' dream

She's the blonde every guy pictures when his mind wanders. My girlfriend. I watch her stretch across the bed, skin still warm from the lights, and feel that same tight pull in my chest. Proud. Lucky. Hard. She peels my jeans open with one hand and slips me between her lips like it’s nothing. Wet heat. Slow drag. Tongue curling just under the head until my knees give. I groan. She hums around me, eyes flicking up, pleased with herself. Pill means I get to finish inside her. No pulling out. No wasted seconds. She climbs on, sinks down, and takes every inch like she owns it. Hips rolling, pussy tight and slick, clenching when I hit the right spot. I grab her ass, thrust up, and she rides faster, breath catching, tits bouncing. When I come, I stay buried. Pulse after pulse, deep and raw, while she grinds down and takes it all.