Adriana Loves Remy

Her mouth finds mine first. Soft. Warm. Tasting her takes its sweet time. Our tongues slide, slow circles turning hungry, breath mixing hotter with each pass. She presses her breasts to my chest and I cup one, thumb brushing the stiff peak until she sighs into me. My hand slips lower. Two fingers trace her spine, then lower still, until I push past the tight ring of muscle she offers me. She opens around the first. Moans around the second. Her own fingers follow, slick and certain, easing into me one by one, stretching and curling until my hips cant back against her hand. She flips me onto my stomach. I feel the blunt tip of a toy, cool with lube, nudging, pushing, filling. The buzz starts low. Rises. Every thrust presses some hidden knot of nerves until my thighs shake and the first hot wave crests, milking around the toy in tight pulses. She climbs over my face before I can catch breath. I taste her—salt and sweet—parting her with my tongue, rimming that small knot of muscle until she rocks, desperate, spreading wider. Her cum slicks my chin when she comes, thighs clamping, asshole fluttering against my mouth in soft, helpless spasms.