Maleena
Big Toys No Boys #10
I watched her walk in like she already knew the ending. Lexie—some called her that when they wanted to sound intimate. She moved with that slow, deliberate grace, hips rolling just enough to draw the eye. Every step whispered what was coming. She shrugged off the robe without ceremony. The fabric fell away like it had never mattered. Her skin caught the low light, smooth and flushed from the warmth she carried inside her. Breasts high and full, nipples already tight. The curve of her waist flared into round hips, the cleft between her legs smooth, glistening. She spread her thighs for me without being asked, settling back against the sheets like she belonged there. I knelt between her legs. My fingers traced the slick heat of her, parting her folds, sliding inside. She gasped—short, sharp—and her cunt clenched around me like a fist. I worked her open, two fingers, then three, stroking that soft spot that made her thighs tremble. She arched, mouth open, breath hitching. My thumb found her clit and circled it, slow then fast, and she came with a broken moan, soaking my hand. She didn’t wait. Rolled onto her stomach, ass up, knees wide. I pushed into her in one long thrust. She was tight, wet, gripping me all the way down. I fucked her hard—deep, relentless, the slap of skin loud in the quiet room. Her fingers clawed the sheets. She pushed back into every stroke like she needed it deeper. I reached around, rubbed her clit again, and she shattered. Her cunt pulsed around my cock, milking me. I followed her over, burying myself to the hilt, spilling inside her in thick, hot pulses that left us both shaking.
I watched her walk in like she already knew the ending. Lexie—some called her that when they wanted to sound intimate. She moved with that slow, deliberate grace, hips rolling just enough to draw the eye. Every step whispered what was coming. She shrugged off the robe without ceremony. The fabric fell away like it had never mattered. Her skin caught the low light, smooth and flushed from the warmth she carried inside her. Breasts high and full, nipples already tight. The curve of her waist flared into round hips, the cleft between her legs smooth, glistening. She spread her thighs for me without being asked, settling back against the sheets like she belonged there. I knelt between her legs. My fingers traced the slick heat of her, parting her folds, sliding inside. She gasped—short, sharp—and her cunt clenched around me like a fist. I worked her open, two fingers, then three, stroking that soft spot that made her thighs tremble. She arched, mouth open, breath hitching. My thumb found her clit and circled it, slow then fast, and she came with a broken moan, soaking my hand. She didn’t wait. Rolled onto her stomach, ass up, knees wide. I pushed into her in one long thrust. She was tight, wet, gripping me all the way down. I fucked her hard—deep, relentless, the slap of skin loud in the quiet room. Her fingers clawed the sheets. She pushed back into every stroke like she needed it deeper. I reached around, rubbed her clit again, and she shattered. Her cunt pulsed around my cock, milking me. I followed her over, burying myself to the hilt, spilling inside her in thick, hot pulses that left us both shaking.