Girls just wanna have fun

A woman knows what she wants. I’ve learned it the hard way, learned it with her skin under my hands and her breath on my neck. I slide down onto that thick strap-on, the silicone stretching me just right. My hips roll slow. Careful. She watches me take it. Watches me fuck myself on her cock like I’ve got all the time in the world. She leans up and licks me. Tongue warm and wet between my breasts, over my nipples, chasing the taste of sweat. Then lower. The strap rubs my clit every time I drop down. She meets me there, mouth open, soft little kisses turning greedy the moment I grind. The sounds are filthy—wet mouth, wet cunt, her low hum when she tastes me. My thighs tremble. I plant one hand on her chest and ride harder, chasing the edge with every slick, filthy thrust. She holds the base steady for me, watches my face like nothing else in the room exists. I go back down for more of her mouth, kissing her deep, tasting myself on her tongue. We trade it back and forth while I keep fucking myself, slow then sharp, taking exactly what I need. She lets me have it. Lets me come with her mouth on my nipple and her cock buried to the hilt.