Ragdoll Roomie

Lulu's had enough. Rocky keeps hoisting her around like luggage, those arms working so easily it seems unconscious. Yesterday Rocky reached over her, set her down somewhere else, then went on doing laundry. So she steers things her way. Rocky grabs her by the hips now, lifts her clean off the floor, and pins her open with a slow, greedy tongue. Lulu comes fast, thighs clamping Rocky's cheeks, the rush spilling hot across her mouth. Rocky keeps her momentum—climbs over, knees bracketing Lulu's ears, pussy lowering until that full weight rocks forward and back. Lulu tastes her, jaw aching, Rocky grinding tighter each pass. Then Rocky flips her. Lulu's shoulders hit the frame; knees fold to her chest. Rocky drives down, relentless, every slick thrust angled to drag her open again and again, until the frame rattles and Lulu is nothing but a trembling, stretched hole begging for the last hard finish.