Judi Good Fellow

Lyen and Judi looked relaxed together on camera, bodies easy and familiar. She lay back with thighs parted, and he slipped inside her like he knew exactly where to go. His thrusts found a rhythm that pulled soft sounds from her throat. Every time his hips met hers, she squeezed around him, wet and insistent. Fingers traced her nipples, squeezed, and she arched up, offering more. The air between them grew thick with sweat and heat. His movements grew deeper, more certain. She met each one. The give of her body and the grind of his pelvis sent liquid sounds through the quiet room. When he leaned closer, lips at her ear, her hand found his back and held on tight. He drove into her harder, until they both shook with it, caught in the same motion. Afterward they lay tangled, breath catching, skin shining. They looked like two people who knew each other better now than they did when the camera started rolling.