Women Seeking Women #33

She walks toward him across the wooden floor, slow, unbothered, leaving clothes behind her one by one. Her shirt lands first, then her bra. He watches her breasts move freely now. The way they sway with each step. She unhooks her skirt next, lets it drop at her feet. Only sheer panties remain between them. Then those go too. They sit at the edge of the bed and face each other, legs spread so every inch of her is there to see. She stares at him, waiting for what comes next. He pulls her closer until she straddles him. Their cocks meet between them, both hard, skin pressed warm and tight. He rocks his hips against her and their shafts slide together, throbbing, greedy, caught in their shared rhythm. She reaches down and takes both in her hand, stroking them slowly like she owns them. Finger glides over every ridge, every vein, every swollen inch. They fuck each other's fist while watching every twitch, every flicker of pleasure crawl across each other's face. No words. Only breath. Heat. He grabs her hips and pushes her back onto the mattress, legs bent wide. He dives between her thighs and buries his tongue in her. Sucks her lips, drinks what pours out, leaves nothing untouched. She grips the sheets, hips lifting toward his mouth. When she tells him to fuck her, he climbs over and drives straight in—no pause, no patience. He fucks like it's the last time he'll feel this. She pulls him deeper, lets him mark her, till both of them come hard and quiet at the same time.