Party chix

Last week my girlfriends and I hit a party that turned electric. Drinks flowed, music thumped, and we found our marks. Mine was all curves and dark skin, an ebony prize I took home before sunrise. Morning light poured across the sheets while her mouth worked me over, hungry tongue tracing, full lips pulling with sinful purpose. Each wet slide of her tongue dragged a low sound from my throat. And when I finally parted her thighs, her cunt met my fingers slick and scorching, swollen with want. No single word holds the slick heat of her when I sank inside, how she gripped and fluttered around my cock like she never wanted to let go.