Lusty legs

Clara G has this way of walking across the room that makes my pulse quicken. Her body stays tight from the workouts she never skips, and those long legs cut straight lines down to the floor. She knows exactly what she's doing when she drops the robe. She crawls onto the bed, knees first, and straddles my lap without asking. The heat between her legs presses against me right away, soaking through the thin fabric of my shorts. I grab her hips, thumbs digging into the soft dip above her ass, and she grinds down once, slow, testing how hard I already am. Her mouth finds my neck, teeth grazing skin, while her fingers slip under my waistband and wrap around me with surprising grip. She strokes once, twice, then lifts up just enough to push her thong aside. In one smooth motion she sinks down, taking every inch. A shaky breath escapes her, but she doesn't stop. She rides with purpose, rolling her hips so her clit drags against me on every downward stroke. Sweat beads between her breasts, which bounce freely because she didn't bother taking her bra off. I sit up and suck one nipple through the lace, bite just hard enough to make her moan my name. She clenches around me, getting tighter with every thrust. When she comes, her thighs shake and she digs her nails into my shoulders, leaving red lines I'll feel tomorrow. I flip her onto her back, legs over my arms, and fuck her through it, pushing deeper until I finish inside her with short, sharp jerks. We stay locked like that, breathing hard, until she smiles and pulls me down for a kiss that tastes like salt and victory.