Lesbian Seductions #47

She moved against him without hesitation, hips finding a steady rhythm. Sweat gathered at the small of her back as he held her close, one hand slipping lower. His fingers traced the line where thigh met heat, and she shivered at the touch. His mouth caught hers again—open, hungry, wet. Her nails marked his shoulders with red crescents. Each thrust pushed her closer to the edge. His breath grew short. Their bodies tangled and shifted. She pressed her forehead to his, let the tension coil tight inside her, then felt it give. The orgasm hit her with sudden force. He followed soon after, buried deep, groaning her name into her skin.