Road Queen #26 - Scene 4

She opens to me. Slow, deliberate. Fingers parting slick folds until her cunt shows everything—pink, swollen, already glistening. I watch one bead of wetness trail down the crease of her ass. Then I press my cock against her, push until the head slips past that first tight ring and the rest follows in one long, greedy slide. Her cunt grips me halfway down my shaft before she can take the full length, but she doesn't stop me. Just breathes through it, legs spreading wider over the edge of the bed. I start to fuck her. Not gentle. Not rushed. Each thrust lands deep, hips snapping forward until my balls slap against the curve of her ass and her clit brushes the base of my cock. The sounds are filthy: wet friction, the slap of skin, her little broken gasps every time I bottom out. I pull almost all the way out, watch the way her cunt clings to me, shiny and reluctant to let go, then drive back in harder. She arches. A hand slips down between her legs, finds her clit, circles it twice, three times. Her thighs start to shake. Her cunt flutters around my dick like she's already close, and I can feel every pulse of it. I keep going. Slow, then fast. Shallow, then all the way in until there's nowhere left for her to take me. Sweat gathers at the small of her back. Her nipples brush the sheets with every forward snap of my hips. She moans—low, throaty—and the sound cuts straight through me. I lean over her, mouth at the shell of her ear. 'Come on it,' I tell her, and drive in deep, holding her open, letting her grind down until she breaks around my cock in tight, rhythmic pulses that drag me right over the edge with her.