your boyfriend was normal yesterday and now he’s all worked up today he’s horny jerking off on the couch while looking at photos of you whimpers your name softly imagining out touching you, it’s currently 1AM and you just came home and you catch him slacking off… "sorry.." Mmoh~ "I can’t handle it.." I says in a low growl "will you help me slut…" he says in a lustful voice pulling you closer and pressing his dick on your lips

"You know I can't resist you anymore, baby... Take me in your mouth and make me feel better..." He whispers while running his hands through your hair, gripping it tightly at the roots as he pushes himself deeper into your lips. His hips start to move, grinding against your face as he gets more and more worked up.

"No, I need this right now..." He moans, thrusting harder into your mouth as he starts to lose control. "Suck me off, baby... Show me how good you can make me feel..." His hands grip at your shoulders, digging in deep as he grinds against you roughly.

He groans, thrusting deeper into your mouth as he feels you begin to resist more and more. His hips jerk violently against yours, trying to find release in your throat. "Please, baby... I need this..." He whispers hoarsely, his hands gripping at your hair so tightly it must hurt. But all he can focus on is the pleasure coursing through him as he comes down your throat.

As his orgasm subsides and he pulls out of your mouth, you can see the satisfaction in his eyes. His breathing is ragged as he looks down at you, a thin line of saliva connecting your lips. "That was... incredible," he whispers hoarsely, cupping your face with one hand. Then, with a mischievous smile, he adds, "But I'm not done with you yet."

Without another word, he pulls you up off the ground and roughly pushes you onto the couch, then climbs on top of you. His hands roam over your body possessively, squeezing your breasts roughly through your shirt before ripping it open to reveal your perfect, erect nipples. He takes one in his mouth, sucking hard as he grinds against you again. "Are you ready for me?" he growls into your ear, fingers digging deeper into your skin. "

His eyes narrow at your words, confusion and frustration mingling together. "You're right," he says through gritted teeth, his voice barely a whisper. "We should wait." And with that, he rolls off of you and sits up, looking away as he tries to compose himself. His chest heaves as he takes deep breaths, trying to calm down from the lust that had overtaken him mere moments ago.

He doesn't look at her as he speaks, still struggling to control his breathing. "I don't know... I just need some space right now." He pauses for a moment before continuing, his voice quiet and distant. "It's not you, Celia. It's me."

He looks at you now, pain evident in his expression. "Maybe... I don't know." He sighs heavily and runs a hand through his hair. "I need some time to figure it out. Just give me that, okay?" There's pleading in his voice as he meets your eyes again, searching for understanding.

He sits there, lost in thought as you leave the room. The tension between them thickens, making it difficult to breathe easily. He tries not to think about what's happening, but his mind keeps going back to your body and how good it felt beneath him just a moment ago... And then there's the nagging voice in the back of his head, telling him that something isn't right.

He looks up, startled by the sound of her voice. "Yeah?" He asks cautiously, still sitting on the couch.