Women Seeking Women #88 - Scene 3

She glanced up. Milad pinned her wrists above her head with one hand while the other gripped her hip. She straddled him on the velvet seat of the limousine. Her hips rolled down in slow circles, taking him to the root each time. The leather creaked beneath them. His teeth found the soft skin beneath her jaw and bit down. She gasped. He thrust up hard, splitting her open, and heat flared low in her belly. She clenched around him. Milad released her hands and cupped both breasts, thumbs brushing her nipples until they peaked and ached. She bounced on him faster, breath short, hair falling across her face. His cock throbbed inside her, thick, hot. She slid one hand down to rub her clit in quick, steady strokes. The first wave hit her. She arched and cried out, thighs trembling. He followed right after, spilling deep with a low grunt, his grip bruising. Their bodies stayed joined for a moment, pulsing, slick with sweat. She bent forward and kissed him, tongue sliding against his, tasting salt and heat.