Bad Lesbian #05: Temptation

He pressed her against the marble. One hand slipped beneath her silk slip and climbed. She breathed out when his fingers found the wetness he knew would be there. Her cunt was swollen, slick, the thong already ruined. He pushed the fabric aside and slid two fingers in, slow and deliberate, until she clenched around the knuckles. She arched. He curled them. Her breath caught on a broken sound she couldn’t swallow. He added a third. Her thigh trembled. He worked her open, steady, relentless, twisting his wrist until her hips rode the motion like she had no choice. He pulled his hand away, unbuckled his belt one-handed. The trousers hit the floor. He lifted her, hooked her knees over his elbows, and pushed the head of his cock against the flushed lips of her cunt. One thrust and he was buried. She gasped—half pain, half relief. He pulled back and drove in again, harder, pinning her to the stone. Her heels dug into his back. Sweat ran between her breasts. He kept the pace brutal, deep, letting her feel every inch, and when she started to come he held her tighter and fucked her straight through it.