Women Seeking Women #127 - Scene 3

Luna watches him undo his belt with one hand, eyes half-lidded. The silk robe slips off her shoulders and drops to the floor in a silent crumple. She turns, plants her palms flat against the glass wall overlooking the city, bare breasts pressed to the cold pane. He steps in behind her, cock already hard. One palm curves around her hip while he lines himself up between her thighs, the thick head nudging slick folds. She breathes in sharp as he pushes. He fills her slow at first, then snaps his hips forward with a hard thrust that knocks a moan from her throat. Her nipples tighten against the glass. He drives deeper, steady strokes turning rough, skin slapping soft and wet. Her cunt grips every inch, dripping around him. He grips her waist harder, thumb tracing the dimple above each cheek. Sweat pearls along her spine. Each thrust rocks her forward and back, the impact a wet, rhythmic punctuation against twenty-four floors of night-lit cityscape. Her climax builds fast, walls fluttering. He drives her through it, fucking her until her legs shake and her forehead leaves a faint mark on the glass. He doesn't stop until she claws the surface and comes with a choked cry, her pussy pulsing around his shaft.