Lesbian Triangles #20

He went down on her the way a starving man eats his last meal. Mouth working deep, tongue dragging slow wet circles until her hips bucked against the sheets. She clawed at his hair, held him there, demanded more. The sex hit hard and stayed hot. They switched positions without asking, her riding him until the headboard cracked against the wall, then him behind her, hands locked around her waist, driving the kind of strokes that steal the breath from a throat. Nothing pretty. All teeth and grip and greedy skin.