Summer satisfaction

I poured us something cold, pulled Sophie onto the porch, and we sat close on the wicker chair. The iced glasses still wet my fingers when I slid her shorts down. Her thighs parted and caught the breeze. I pressed my palm over her warm cunt; she was already slick. Her hand found my cock through my thin linen pants, squeezed hard, then yanked the fabric open. She climbed into my lap facing me. The chair creaked as she sank down, her wet heat taking me inch by inch until our hips locked. Condensation ran off the glass I held behind her and traced her spine. She rode slowly at first, then faster, slapping wet against my thighs with every thrust. Her nipples rubbed my bare chest; every shiver of hers tightened around me. When she came she bit my shoulder and kept grinding, milking me until I spilled deep inside her. The empty glasses clinked softly on the table beside us.