Women Seeking Women #120

Sarah slipped her hand under the blanket and pulled Michael’s cock out of his shorts. She started with light, lingering strokes. Her touch made him harden instantly. His breath hitched, hips thrusting up into her fist. He reached for her breasts, squeezing gently, rolling each nipple until they stiffened under his fingers. She pressed herself closer, chest rising against his touch, then swung one smooth thigh across his hips and straddled him. His length slid through her wet folds without entering, dragged slow and deliberate over swollen flesh. She bit her lip, eyes darkening, and moved just enough to coat him in her heat. Finally she angled herself, the head lodged at her opening, and sank down. One deliberate slide—inch by inch—until his cock disappeared fully inside her. Her mouth fell open with a broken sound, eyes fluttering as she adjusted around his girth. He gripped her waist, guiding each rise and fall of her hips, meeting her stroke for stroke. They settled into a grinding rhythm that quickened with every needy whimper. Soon the bed creaked, skin smacking, his rhythm slamming into hers. Sweat slicked their bodies. Her moans pitched higher, continuous now. Her inner muscles clamped around him and he groaned, fingers digging in as his own release tore through him. He pulsed deep, lost in the tight squeeze of her cunt, emptying himself while she shuddered above.