Aidra Fox & Judy Jolie - Super Horny Fun Time

Her dress slipped off one shoulder, fabric whispering against skin. He stepped closer, breath warm at her neck, and slid the fabric down until it pooled at her feet. She wore nothing underneath. Nothing except heat, soft swells, and the scent that drove him half-mad every time she walked past him in a hallway. His hand moved over her breast, thumb stroking the tight nipple until her head tipped back and her lips parted. He kissed the soft rise of it, teeth grazing, then lower, tongue tracing the line of her belly. Her thighs trembled when he knelt, fingers parting her, tongue dragging slow and wet over the swollen folds. He didn't rush. Two fingers slid inside her, curled just so, pulling a sharp gasp from her throat as he sucked her clit in steady rhythm. She rocked against his mouth. His free hand gripped her hip, keeping her right where he wanted her. When she came, it was silent at first, a sudden pulse around his fingers, then louder, her moans cracking and filling the room. She dragged him up by the collar, kissing him hard, tasting herself on his tongue, reaching down to free him from his trousers. She stroked him once, twice, then turned, palms flat against the wall, arching her back. He pushed inside in one thrust, thick and deep, the slap of skin loud and filthy. His hand wrapped around her throat, not squeezing, just holding. She met every thrust, pushing back, crying out when he angled just right. He fucked her like that, deep, relentless, one hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise. Her second orgasm hit faster than the first, body tightening around him. He didn't slow down. Just went harder, faster, chasing his own release until he buried himself and came with a low, broken sound against her shoulder.