Always

Trends fade and new hair colors keep surfacing, but my hunger for pussy never wavers—and neither does what I feel for Bridgett, my girlfriend. She's the one whose thighs part for me, warm and open. I bury my face between her legs and taste every inch, tongue sliding deep before flicking against her clit. Her breath catches, turns ragged. Fingers thread through my hair and pull harder the wetter she gets. When she comes, I keep licking slow and steady, dragging it out, then climb over her and slide inside while she’s still pulsing around nothing. That raw, perfect grip she gives—tight, slick, eager—is mine. Every thrust drags a broken sound from her throat. My hands find her breasts, her waist, the soft give of her ass. I fuck her until the need crests again, hips snapping, skin slapping, her name half-moaned against her mouth. We ride it out together, sweat cooling, limbs tangled. She is constant. So is this.