Lesbian Legal #09 - Scene 3

He slid into her on June 12th 2015. No fanfare—just heat and slick skin meeting in one smooth push. Her breath hitched. He sank deeper, pelvis flush to hers, every inch swallowed by the tight, liquid grip of her cunt. She arched. He fucked. Slow at first, the lazy grind of his hips grinding her clit against the base of him with each stroke. Her nails dug into his shoulders. He liked the sting. Sweat slicked between them, hot and salt-bright, and the bed creaked under every thrust. She clung tighter. He drove harder. Her walls fluttered, squeezing him in wet, rhythmic pulses that made his vision blur. He buried his face in her neck, teeth grazing skin gone flushed and damp. She came first—silent, almost reverent, her whole body locking around him in a shudder that felt too intimate to watch. He held off. Let her ride it out. Let her tremble. Then he chased his own. One final, brutal snap of his hips, and he spilled deep inside her with a low, broken sound. Foreheads pressed together. Breathing tangled. No words. Just the warm drip of his cum leaking out of her as they stayed like that—sticky, spent, and quiet.