Shawna

She moved above him like liquid, the wet heat of her cunt swallowing his cock in one slow, perfect motion. He felt the difference in her body - the slight looseness where a surgeon had reshaped her, the way she took him without resistance but still clenched around him like a fist. Her balls rested warm against his lower stomach as she settled, and he traced his thumb along the scar line that ran beneath them, following it up to where her cock curved stiff against her belly, the head flushed dark and glistening. She rolled her hips once, testing, and they both watched as her shaft bobbed with the movement. He wrapped his hand around her length and stroked her in time with her rhythm, feeling her tighten around him each time his thumb dragged across the slick head. Sweat gathered in the hollow of her collarbone. Her breathing changed. She leaned forward, braced one hand on his chest, and started to fuck him properly - short, deep strokes that made her breasts sway above him and her own cock leak steadily onto his knuckles.