No Average Man 1

Stacy steps inside his place and the door clicks shut behind her. The professor leans in close, hands already busy at her blouse. Buttons pop open one by one until her heavy, natural breasts swing free. He cups them, thumbs circling the nipples, then lifts each to his mouth, sucking hard enough that her head tips back and a small moan slips out. She turns, reaches for him too, tugging his belt loose. They drop together onto the bed in one fluid shift, bodies turning, legs parting. Her mouth finds his cock while his tongue slides between her folds. They lie side by side, mouths busy, hips rocking in quiet rhythm. Every few seconds one of them pauses to breathe, then dives back in. Stacy’s fingers slip lower. Two of them press inside him, slow at first, then quicker once she hears his breath catch. He answers by sliding two of his own deep into her, curling just right. Wet sounds fill the room as they finger each other, mouths never empty for long. She rides his tongue, thighs tightening, and he pushes up into her hand each time she strokes deeper. The room smells of sweat and heat. They stay locked like that, 69, tasting and touching, until both of them shake with it.