Rio Lee
I'll Fix You Right Up
Stacey Day & Rio Lee
Girlcore!
My new friend
I glide toward him like a secret. Almond eyes. The kind that know exactly how you’ll taste before they touch you. My hips cut the air with each step, heavy, round, Brazilian built and proud of every inch. He watches the sway. I let him. I know what it does to a man when a woman walks like she’s already been fucked and liked it. My skin still holds the heat of the lights from my last shoot. The camera loves me. Men love me. I love knowing both. He’s sitting at the edge of the bed, already hard under his briefs. I kneel without asking. Pull the fabric down slow. His cock springs free, thick, flushed, waiting. My mouth waters. I lick the head once, slow, just to watch his thighs tense. Then I take him deeper, letting the weight rest on my tongue, letting my lips stretch around him until spit trails down his shaft in shiny ribbons. I hum low, pleased with myself, and feel the vibration run through him like electricity. He groans. I look up, lashes wet. My hair falls across one eye. I reach between my legs without breaking rhythm, fingers slipping between slick folds. I’m soaked. Always am when I know I’m being watched. I rub my clit in lazy circles while I suck him, matching the pace with the way my tongue presses along the underside of his cock. When I pull off to breathe, a string of saliva stretches from my bottom lip to the tip. I catch it with my tongue and smile. He grabs my hair. I let him guide me back down. Harder now. Deeper. I relax my throat, take him to the root, nose pressed to the skin above his cock, eyes watering but steady. My mascara will streak. That’s fine. I like the evidence. When he pulls me off again I gasp, spit dripping down my chin onto my tits. He leans in and kisses me like he wants to taste himself on my tongue. I climb into his lap without breaking that kiss. Reach down, line him up, and sink onto his cock in one slow, deliberate motion. My cunt stretches around him, wet and greedy. I pause when he’s all the way in, feeling the way he throbs inside me. My walls flutter. I roll my hips, once, twice, finding the angle that makes sparks shoot up my spine. He grips my waist. I ride him slow at first, letting him watch my breasts bounce, letting him feel the way my ass slaps against his thighs with every drop. He flips us suddenly. I land on my back, legs spread wide, and he drives into me harder. The bed creaks. My moans spill out unchecked. I reach down, rub my clit again, chasing that tight coil of pleasure low in my belly. He fucks me like he’s angry and grateful at the same time. My nails dig into his back. My cunt clenches around him, greedy for every inch. When I come it’s sharp, sudden, my whole body arching off the mattress. My vision whites out at the edges. I cry out, voice hoarse. He keeps thrusting through it, chasing his own release. I feel him swell, then pulse deep inside me, hot and thick. He groans my name like a prayer and a curse rolled into one. We stay tangled for a moment, breathing hard. Sweat cools on my skin. Cum leaks out around his softening cock, slick between my thighs. I smile against his shoulder. Tomorrow I’ll write about this in my blog. Tonight I just want to feel it.
I glide toward him like a secret. Almond eyes. The kind that know exactly how you’ll taste before they touch you. My hips cut the air with each step, heavy, round, Brazilian built and proud of every inch. He watches the sway. I let him. I know what it does to a man when a woman walks like she’s already been fucked and liked it. My skin still holds the heat of the lights from my last shoot. The camera loves me. Men love me. I love knowing both. He’s sitting at the edge of the bed, already hard under his briefs. I kneel without asking. Pull the fabric down slow. His cock springs free, thick, flushed, waiting. My mouth waters. I lick the head once, slow, just to watch his thighs tense. Then I take him deeper, letting the weight rest on my tongue, letting my lips stretch around him until spit trails down his shaft in shiny ribbons. I hum low, pleased with myself, and feel the vibration run through him like electricity. He groans. I look up, lashes wet. My hair falls across one eye. I reach between my legs without breaking rhythm, fingers slipping between slick folds. I’m soaked. Always am when I know I’m being watched. I rub my clit in lazy circles while I suck him, matching the pace with the way my tongue presses along the underside of his cock. When I pull off to breathe, a string of saliva stretches from my bottom lip to the tip. I catch it with my tongue and smile. He grabs my hair. I let him guide me back down. Harder now. Deeper. I relax my throat, take him to the root, nose pressed to the skin above his cock, eyes watering but steady. My mascara will streak. That’s fine. I like the evidence. When he pulls me off again I gasp, spit dripping down my chin onto my tits. He leans in and kisses me like he wants to taste himself on my tongue. I climb into his lap without breaking that kiss. Reach down, line him up, and sink onto his cock in one slow, deliberate motion. My cunt stretches around him, wet and greedy. I pause when he’s all the way in, feeling the way he throbs inside me. My walls flutter. I roll my hips, once, twice, finding the angle that makes sparks shoot up my spine. He grips my waist. I ride him slow at first, letting him watch my breasts bounce, letting him feel the way my ass slaps against his thighs with every drop. He flips us suddenly. I land on my back, legs spread wide, and he drives into me harder. The bed creaks. My moans spill out unchecked. I reach down, rub my clit again, chasing that tight coil of pleasure low in my belly. He fucks me like he’s angry and grateful at the same time. My nails dig into his back. My cunt clenches around him, greedy for every inch. When I come it’s sharp, sudden, my whole body arching off the mattress. My vision whites out at the edges. I cry out, voice hoarse. He keeps thrusting through it, chasing his own release. I feel him swell, then pulse deep inside me, hot and thick. He groans my name like a prayer and a curse rolled into one. We stay tangled for a moment, breathing hard. Sweat cools on my skin. Cum leaks out around his softening cock, slick between my thighs. I smile against his shoulder. Tomorrow I’ll write about this in my blog. Tonight I just want to feel it.