Road Queen #31

Her cum hit his tongue the same moment his teeth closed on her inner thigh. August 18th, 2014. Too fucking late. Her legs locked around his head, ankles digging into his spine while she rode out every shockwave against his mouth. He kept working his tongue through it, tasting her pulse, chasing it. The moment she came down he grabbed her hips, flipped her onto her stomach, and yanked her back to the edge of the bed. He slid his cock into her raw, still twitching cunt without asking. She pushed back against every thrust, fingernails shredding the sheets. He wrapped her hair around his fist and pulled until her back arched and her spine cracked. Sweat rolled off both of them. The room smelled like sex and salt. Neither of them spoke. They just kept fucking like the days they’d lost could still be clawed back through flesh.