Private party

Sophie and I were getting the house ready for a carnival party, masks and costumes everywhere. One look at her in nothing but black lace and a feathered mask and the costumes lost out. We locked the door. She dropped to her hands and knees on the rug, skirt still on, ass up. I slicked my cock with spit and pushed in slow, feeling her open around me. Tight heat swallowed the head, then more. She pushed back until I was buried, balls pressed to her cunt. We fucked like that—short, hard strokes that made the floor creak. Every time I bottomed out she gasped and clenched. Sweat slicked her back. I gripped her hips, drove deeper. She reached under herself, rubbed her clit in fast circles. When she came she squeezed so hard I had to stop moving. The second she loosened I started again, wetter now, faster, until I lost it inside her.