The story of a lonesome ol'Jerome

I came, bucking wildly, screaming Andy's name, my insides squeezing and milking Andy's length. Though all I could see were white and black spots, Andy was smiling as he thrust lustily upwards through my orgasm, one hand on a breast, one on my waist, pleased. I fell forward on my arms, and struggled for consciousness out of a desire to bring Andy to orgasm.

After a few moments I was able to make my hips move over him again. He felt me sliding wetly over him, and he brought my face down for a kiss. "Good girl, Gwyn." He was so devilishly handsome, his eyes sparkled with each thrust. He brushed my damp hair back from my face with one hand while he squeezed my ass with the other. He closed his eyes and let out a low groan, "so good, babe." He knitted his eyebrows together, and I felt his cock grow harder. I knew he was getting close. The thought aroused me so profoundly, I felt myself moisten considerably and contract around him inside of me. I increased the tempo and depth wanting to maximize his stimulation. "So fucking good, ah, Gwyn. Fuck!" He grabbed my ass and started thrusting powerfully up into me, working with my rhythm. We moved in sync, our breath coming raggedly, the pleasure overwhelming, orgasm for both of us close. I couldn't help let out gasps and moans with each deep thrust as he touched my core.

Andy gripped my waist like an iron vice and his urgency increased. "Ugh, fuck, You're amazing! Fuck me! You're so fucking beautiful!" And with that, I came so hard I couldn't breathe. My whole body convulsed as waves of energy passed through it. My passage convulsed, gripping Andy, milking his seed from him, and he came with his blue eyes locked on my own, groaning roughly, digging his nails in my waist.

I bent down, resting my head by his neck, panting, listening to him breathe. We both continued to contract and pulse for some time, in a mental euphoria. At some point, I heard Andy's low voice at my ear, "very good girl," and a low chuckle. I chuckled too, and turned my head to kiss him. "Here, babe, I'll grab the base as you get off," he said as I went to dismount.

I smiled. I rolled off, Andy holding the full condom on the base of his shaft as I did so, and I said, "good boy!" smiling cheekily, earning myself a swat to the butt.

Notes

QOTD: like any bands with female vocalists?

yes, lots, too many to name. Here are some:

Betty Blowtorch (R.I.P.), Collide, (does die form count?), Drain sth (please tell me someone else here knows & loves them- they are so awesome!!! gone too soon!), genitorturers (fuck yeah!), in this moment, jack off jill, kidneythieves, lords of acid, lunachicks, nightwish (fucking a!), perfume tree, pj harvey, portishead, rasputina, sons of an illustrious father, switchblade symphony, tori amos, 12 rounds