Women Seeking Women #112

She had been saving herself for months, every denied touch sharpening her want until she finally straddled him bare on the living-room floor. The open sofa supported their weight while the rest of the house stood silent and still. Her wet lips slid down over the thick head, dragging hot friction the full length until her pelvis pressed flat against his. She rocked forward, nipples brushing the dark hair of his chest, his hands gripping the soft weight of her ass to pull her deeper, almost painfully tight around him. Every slow grind let his cock press harder into the slick clutch of her cunt, and she answered each movement with another, chasing the precise angle that made her clit drag and throb. He buried his face in her neck, breathing in the salt-sweet tang of her skin, and when she leaned back he watched her breasts sway with the motion, watched himself disappear again and again inside her glistening sex. Their bodies found rhythm without effort, the friction never breaking, sweat starting to slick between them, and when the ache peaked she clenched down, milked him through every pulsing wave until he spilled, thick and warm, deep inside the place only he ever reached.