69ers

My favourite stays the same: locked cock to cunt in perfect sixty-nine. The moment Mya’s dark, waist-length hair sweeps across my thighs, all thought evaporates. She sinks down, easing the smooth arch of her hips until that hot, slick heat hovers above my mouth, sweet musk rising like ripe fruit split open. I catch her by the waist and pull her the rest of the way, tongue already tasting. She answers with a fast, velvet pull around the head of my cock, her moan vibrating right through the shaft. We find the rhythm fast—her mouth sucking with steady, greedy strokes while I drag slow circles over the slick swell between her thighs. Every suck she gives me is met with a deeper flick of tongue, every shudder she feels rewarded by her swallow. The mattress creaks, skin sticks, saliva slips between us, and the only sounds are the wet slap of lips and the steady quickening breath that says we’re never coming up for air.