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Filling Old Wounds

Part 1: The Edge of Us

[Section 1 of 11]

Oh god… my heart is racing, a wild drumbeat echoing through my chest as I stand here in your loft.

The space feels alive around us — those tall industrial windows letting in golden afternoon light that cuts through the air like warm blades, painting long dramatic shadows across the exposed brick walls and the heavy, rustic wooden table that has become our silent witness. The air is thick with the scent of old wood, faint dust, and now… the growing musk of our arousal. This loft has been my temporary sanctuary since I moved back to the city, a place where I’ve been slowly unraveling the careful distance I once kept between us. But tonight, everything is shifting.

 

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#FettbOriginalFantasy

Filling Old Wounds

Part 1: The Edge of Us

[Section 2 of 11]

I remember us as children — running through dusty streets, sharing secrets under the banyan tree near our old neighborhood. You were always so gentle, looking at me with those quiet eyes full of unspoken longing. I knew you carried a deep crush, one that made your cheeks flush whenever I smiled at you.

When you finally confessed, I pushed you away. “We’re too close,” I had whispered then, my voice trembling. “I can’t risk losing you over something that might break us.” I never told you the full truth — that fear gripped me, not because I thought you were unworthy, but because I was terrified of ruining the purest connection I had. I let you believe it was something harsher. That guilt has lingered in me for years.

But I’m not that scared girl anymore.

My skin glistens with oil, every curve catching the light — my tits feel heavy straining against the tiny red micro-bikini, nipples stiff and aching, my long wet hair clinging to my shoulders like damp silk ropes. The thin fabric does almost nothing to hide my bush, already dewy with anticipation.

 

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#FettbOriginalFantasy

Filling Old Wounds

Part 1: The Edge of Us

[Section 3 of 11]

The loft feels intimate now, almost sacred in its rawness — just us, the warm light, and years of restrained desire finally breaking free.

I lean back against the solid edge of the table, one hand gripping the worn wood for balance, my body arching subtly to present myself to you. My voice comes out soft, trembling with emotion and need.

“I’ve felt your eyes on me these past weeks, even when you tried to look away… I don’t want to hide anymore. Not from you.”

Your hands finally reach for me, sliding over my oiled golden skin. The touch sends shivers racing through me. You pull the bikini top aside with reverence, exposing my breasts.

 

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#FettbOriginalFantasy

Filling Old Wounds

Part 1: The Edge of Us

[Section 4 of 11]

When your mouth finds one swollen nipple, sucking it deeply, I let out a long, breathy moan that echoes softly in the loft. My back arches harder, pushing my tit deeper into your warm mouth as your tongue swirls around the sensitive peak.

All those childhood afternoons where I felt your quiet affection… I wish I had been brave enough then.

My hand drifts down, feeling the hardness of your cock straining for me. I stroke you gently through the fabric at first, then with more urgency. “Please…,” I whisper, my voice husky and intimate. “Let’s finally cross this bridge together.”

 

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#FettbOriginalFantasy

Filling Old Wounds

Part 1: The Edge of Us

[Section 5 of 11]

The thick head of your cock presses against my slick, swollen pussy lips, rubbing up and down my wet folds. The way your head runs around the lips of my pussy sends electricity zapping through my body.

Oh what an amazing woman I would have been if I let you do this to me a long, long time ago!

“Take my penance, for all the wrong that I’ve done by us all these years…,” I plead into your ears.

When you push forward and slide into me in one slow, deep thrust, a loud, filthy gasp escapes my lips. My walls stretch around your girth, clenching greedily as you fill me completely. The sensation is exquisite — that burning stretch, the way my juices coat every inch of you. I can feel you throbbing inside me, so deep, so right.

 

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#FettbOriginalFantasy

Filling Old Wounds

Part 1: The Edge of Us

[Section 6 of 11]

My heavy breasts bounce with your first careful thrusts. Oil and sweat mix on my skin, making everything shine under the window light. I grip the table tighter, my wet hair falling across my face as I look into your eyes, lost in the gritty pleasure of finally having you inside my aching cunt.

You withdraw slowly, leaving me empty and yearning, then turn me around. I bend over the table from the side, lifting one leg onto the sturdy surface, my thick ass pushed back toward you invitingly. I glance over my shoulder, hoping that my eyes convey my desire.

“I know I made you wait all your life for this, but believe me when I think I’m the one who’s had to wait for you”, my confession comes out in a breathy whisper.

 

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#FettbOriginalFantasy

Filling Old Wounds

Part 1: The Edge of Us

[Section 7 of 11]

Your hands grip my wide hips. You slide back in, deeper in this new angle. A guttural moan tears from my throat as your cock fills me again, the head dragging against that sensitive spot inside with every powerful stroke.

My breasts swing freely beneath me, nipples brushing the cool air. The sound of your hips slapping rhythmically against my oiled ass fills the loft — wet, obscene, and utterly liberating. I reach back with one hand, spreading my ass cheek wider so you can watch your cock disappear into my dripping pussy.

Those memories of pushing you away… they feel so distant now, melted by the heat of your body against mine.

My bush is soaked, matted against your shaft. Juices run down my inner thighs with every thrust. The gritty friction, the way my clit throbs each time you bottom out, the pressure building deep in my core — it’s all consuming. I push back against you, meeting every stroke, my moans growing louder and more desperate in the sunlit space.

 

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Filling Old Wounds

Part 1: The Edge of Us

[Section 8 of 11]

You pull me upright again, turning me to face you. I lean back against the table, spreading my legs wide, completely open and vulnerable. The red bikini lies forgotten on the floor. I reach up, wrapping one arm around your neck, pulling you closer as you lift my leg higher.

Our eyes lock. My voice is a soft, trembling plea, “I’ve waited so long to feel this close to you… don’t hold back now.”

You drive back into me, standing strong and deep. My massive breasts press flush against your chest, sensitive nipples dragging with delicious friction against your skin as you thrust upward.

I kiss you passionately — slow, messy, tongues dancing — moaning into your mouth while your cock pounds into my soaked cunt. Sweat drips between my tits. My sweaty hair clings to both of us. Every deep stroke sends waves of pleasure radiating through my belly, my walls fluttering and squeezing around you rhythmically.

 

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#FettbOriginalFantasy

Filling Old Wounds

Part 1: The Edge of Us

[Section 9 of 11]

The loft’s warm light bathes our joined bodies, highlighting every glistening curve, every bead of sweat. It feels raw, beautiful, and so damn freeing — like all the years of careful friendship are dissolving into this filthy, intimate union.

You lift me effortlessly onto the edge of the wooden table. I sit with my legs spread obscenely wide, feet dangling, leaning back on my hands so you can see everything. I look down between us, watching hungrily as your thick cock sinks back into my dripping pussy.

I begin to move, rolling my hips in slow, sensual circles at first, grinding my swollen clit against you with every rotation. My heavy breasts bounce heavily, swaying with increasing rhythm as I ride you harder. I cup them in my own hands, squeezing the soft flesh, pinching my nipples while I fuck myself on your cock, my ass slapping against the table edge with wet, rhythmic sounds.

If only that younger me could see us now… finally letting desire win.

 

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#FettbOriginalFantasy

Filling Old Wounds

Part 1: The Edge of Us

[Section 10 of 11]

The painfully beautiful stretch, the way your shaft glistens with my creamy juices, the filthy sounds of my soaked pussy taking you again and again — it’s intoxicating. I moan your name softly, intimately, my voice breaking with pleasure as I chase the building ecstasy, my body moving with unrestrained hunger for you.

We’re both slick with sweat now, the loft filled with the heavy scent of sex and oil. You turn me over onto my stomach on the broad wooden table. I arch my back deeply, pushing my thick, round ass high into the air, my face pressed sideways against the cool wood, wet hair fanned out around me.

You climb over me, covering my body with yours, and push back inside. The prone position is overwhelming — so deep, so possessive. Every powerful thrust presses me firmly into the table, my sensitive nipples rubbing against the grain of the wood with delicious friction. I moan loudly into the surface with each stroke, my pussy clenching tightly around your throbbing cock.

“Stay with me like this,” I whimper breathlessly, my voice thick with emotion and lust. “I want to feel all of you… everything I’ve denied us for so long.”