Adriana Loves Penny
2014·30 min·97% liked·56.5K Views
He always pictured the white room first. The redhead already there on her knees, ass high, hips rolling in slow circles like she knew exactly who would walk through the door. Sweat shone on her skin when he finally moved closer. He ran his tongue up the curve of her back, tasted salt, then opened his mouth over her hard nipple and sucked. Their kiss tasted like salt too, greedy and open. One hand slid between her cheeks; the other reached behind him. Two fingers of his right hand pressed into her wet cunt, slid deeper until slick heat gripped down to his knuckles. His ring finger grazed the tight ring of her ass; she pushed back. He kept pressing until three fingers worked inside that narrower hole, then four, then the whole hand, wrist disappearing into heat that clutched and fluttered.
He lay down behind her, grabbed his own wrist, worked his left hand into himself. Two clenched fists, side by side—one buried in her, the other inside him—each pulse trembling straight through to the other. She moaned, body shaking around his wrist, and he answered with his own helpless spasms, every muscle locking and releasing around his own buried hand. Sweat cooled on their skin. He stayed exactly where he was, deep, until she stopped shuddering and went boneless beneath him.













