I Fucked My GF While She Was Having A Panic Attack

I was over at her place last Sunday afternoon when she began shaking and sobbing, the telltale signs.

Talking to her in a reassuring
voice, trying to hug her, putting on some relaxing music, and offering her some tea, nothing was having any effect. I had to think fast.

I'd been horny all day. Instead of letting me fuck her, she'd insisted that we spend our morning together going to church.

So I figured she owed me a little action and it might distract her.

I stood up, faced her, opened my fly, and pulled out my boner. It was inches from her face.

Her eyes became wide. I stepped forward, touching the head to her lips. Still she wouldn't comply and open her mouth. I reprised the reassuring voice and said, "Please suck it."

Ten seconds later, I was fucking her tonsils. Two minutes later I had laid her down on the sofa, pulled her short skirt up, slid her panties to the side, and I was fucking her pussy.

It was an immense responsibility, thinking about my sexual needs and hers while also considering her fragile emotional state. I had to keep her distracted from her panic attack until we both came. I had to provide duringcare and aftercare.

There were tense moments when she'd forget the fuck and remember the panic. I would nail her particularly hard, or gently slap her face and tell her to look at me.

I held out as long as I could before unleashing my five-day load into her pussy, as her eyes rolled back and she sighed, from her own orgasm.

Her panic attack was gone, and I'd gotten her to put out.