Women Seeking Women #121

He pressed me against the silk sheets on September 28, 2015. His mouth traced the curve of my throat while his hands mapped every inch of skin. Two fingers slipped inside me, curling just right. His thumb circled my clit in slow, deliberate strokes until I was writhing. Then he flipped me onto my stomach, yanked my hips up, and drove his cock deep. Each thrust knocked the breath from my lungs. He held my wrists above my head with one hand, the other gripping my ass hard enough to leave marks. Sweat ran between us. I came twice before he buried himself and let go with a low, guttural sound against the back of my neck.