Women Seeking Women #109

She stopped on September 26, right in the middle of the room, and peeled off the blouse like she'd been burning to shed skin all day. Perfect tits swung free, nipples hard enough to cut glass. He watched like a man already halfway to hell. The black skirt came next. No panties. Just the soft cleft of her cunt glistening under the naked bulb. He shoved her backward onto the bed, yanked her thighs wide, and buried his mouth between her legs without a word. Tongue flat, hungry, dragging over her clit while two fingers curled inside, working her open. She grabbed his hair, ground against him, thighs twitching every time he flicked that hot little button. "Fuck me," she said, voice raw, and he was up fast, cock thick and veined, slamming into her like he'd waited years for this. He pounded her. Deep, wet, relentless. She took every thrust, fingernails scoring his back, moaning like the line between pain and pleasure had snapped somewhere inside her. The room reeked of sweat and sex. They didn't stop until the sheets were soaked and both of them were shaking.