Lesbian Triangles #01 - Remastered

She had him pinned against the bedroom wall by five o'clock, pressed between cool plaster and her bare stomach. Her lips brushed the curve of his ear while she stroked his cock in long, slow pulls, fingers slick with precome. He struggled, but the leather cuffs locked tight around his wrists, holding him still for her. She tightened her grip and slid her thumb over the head, teasing each drop that leaked free. His breath hitched; she answered by sinking her teeth into his shoulder, biting down just hard enough to mark him. Every sound he made—every strained grunt—went straight between her legs. She pressed her thighs together, feeling the heat, the wet spreading, the want climbing higher. When she sank to her knees it was a deliberate descent, a permission she gave only to herself. She held him at the base and slid her mouth down in one wet glide, until her lips kissed her own hand and the head of his cock bumped the back of her throat. She swallowed once, steady, felt him pulse against her tongue. Her rhythm stayed relentless—slow on the downstroke, quick hollow-cheeked pull when she came back up—until his knees buckled and he begged without words. She looked up, eyes watering, saliva slick at the corners of her mouth, and didn’t stop until he spilled down her throat with a shout.