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It wasn’t a few weeks before I saw Lyra again. I was still in London following my research training, and she found out that my birthday was shortly after the new year. Of course, we used this as an opportunity to see each other again, so she traveled all the way to London to spend time with me. 

If you’ve never been to the Natural History Museum in London, you are in for a treat. It’s one of my favorite places, and I feel like a kid on a playground. There are so many little details in the architecture to notice, like monkeys on the banisters and the different leaves in the door arches. That’s before even getting to the exhibits! Anyway, both Lyra and I had our own deep interests in natural history, so she’d booked a special tour for us. We spent hours there, having an absolute blast and really being kids again, completely bowled over by how incredible nature can be. 

Eventually, we decided to head back to our Airbnb. In the week leading up to this, Lyra had been teasing me about driving past the lay-by where this all started. Reliving the memories of our sneaky car sex and planning on making use of that spot again had filled my mind with all kinds of adventurous thoughts. We’d also been talking about recording our sessions, so we would each have something to watch when we were apart,,,

So it was that when we walked through the door, I immediately pushed her onto the bed and dragged her trousers down her legs, leaving her in just her top. I dropped to my knees and devoured her pussy, loving the taste of her. Every drop of her on my tongue just made me need her even more. It wasn’t long until I took my cock out, not even bothering to strip. I stroked myself on my knees in front of her with my tongue flicking her clit for just a minute before I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed to be inside of her. 

I got onto my feet, dragged her ass to the edge of the bed, and slid my cock straight into her. She was so wet, I could feel her juices coating my balls and soaking my trousers every time I eased into her. In no time, I was pounding her into the mattress with every muscle in my body. The extreme angle made her cunt grip my cock so tight. I was afraid I would slip out of her every time, but we moved in perfect sync, with the length of my shaft pressing hard against her g-spot while I drove into her over and over. 

Lyra’s eyes were locked on mine, struggling to stay open against the pleasure. She was crying, “oh god! Oh fuck!” every time I fucked her deep. She held onto my arms, digging her nails into me and using the leverage to fuck herself up onto my cock even harder.

It wasn’t long at all until her body tensed. Her whispered “fuckfuckfuck…” went silent and her head tipped back as she began to spasm. Her fists clenched into the bedding above her head. 

The sight was such a massive turn-on. I love watching this woman cum on my cock. I love the way she giggles afterward, covering her face with her hands. I love the way it only turns her on even more. 

“We should record this…” she said, catching her breath. 

I growled against her throat. “I was just thinking the same thing.” 

The little minx had even brought a mini tripod. 

We set up one of our cameras, and then I climbed back onto the bed, still flooded with all of these feelings of love and adoration, and an intense need to absolutely take Lyra. I kissed her hard, passionately, basically immediately forgetting that we were recording. She lay on her back, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and playing with my hair. If you could understand how passionately we kissed…Her legs wrapped around my back, pulling me toward her. My cock was still so hard for her, and slick with her cum. It kissed down her neck and shifted my hips so the tip of my cock would trace the lips of her pussy. Lyra’s body rolled underneath me, trying to feel more of my length, trying to take me inside of her. Her nails were in my back, pulling my body to her.

Finally, I relented and eased myself into her. We both moaned with relief. My lips trailed up from her neck to her forehead, down to her lips. Lyra whimpered as I eased myself back and forth inside of her. We watched each other’s expressions change from desperation to relief to extreme lust. I kissed her hard, holding her in my hands, then trailing my hands down her body. 

I slid my thumb along my shaft, gathering her cum and dragging it up to her clit, and then proceeded to pound into her as deep as I possibly could. “Oh god!” she cried, reaching up for the headboard. Her legs were over my shoulders or up in the air, shaking the whole time. Slow, deliberate, deep strokes all the way to the end of her. My thumb put pressure on her clit and massaging in slow, deep circles. This wasn’t the same frantic, needy railing I’d just given her. It was powerful, passionate, and heavy. Every time I bottomed out, she gasped like I was pushing the air out of her lungs. Her breathing got heavier and she cried out as I picked up speed, whimpering, “oh god, fuck!” over and over, before finally throwing her head back and screaming. 

I groaned as I felt her come down, but I couldn’t stop fucking her. I tried. I fucked her even harder for a minute, grabbing her hips and driving my cock into her before laughing at how desperate I was for her. 

“Come here a minute,” I said as I pulled my cock from her and sat along the edge of the bed. She knew immediately what I wanted, and bent down to take my cock into her mouth. I loved feeling her lips and her tongue on me, tasting her own cum on my cock. I held her hair back and gasped when she ran her hands over my balls up the base of my cock. She took me so well, I was basically swearing the whole time. I had to pull her off of me at one point, but she just kissed me hard and pushed me back down so she could suck on me some more. 

I threw my head back and reveled in how good she was making me feel for just a minute. I needed to stop though. I was getting close and I needed to be inside of her so much more.

At this point, nearly ten minutes later, we finally remembered that we were recording ourselves, and laughed that the battery was nearly dead (great planning on our part). 

“What do you want?” I whispered into her lips.

She just moaned and kissed me harder.

“What do you want??” I asked, teasing her a bit and forcing her to say.

“Well, if you stop recording…” she paused until I hit the ‘stop’ button. “... I want you to fuck my ass.”

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