Women Seeking Women #65

She stood in the doorway like trouble waiting to happen. Black stockings, heels that could kill, and nothing else between the sheets and the floor. My dick hardened instantly. She smiled, she knew exactly what she was doing. That slow deliberate walk across the room, hips rolling with every step, the scent of lust thick in the air. When she reached the bed she didn't ask, she just crawled. Her hands found my chest, nails dragging across skin as she straddled me, wet heat pressing down against my cock through my pants. I grabbed her waist, fingers sinking into flesh. We moved together. Teeth, tongues, the slap of skin. Her moans got louder as I flipped her over, tore the stockings, and buried myself inside with one savage thrust. The night stretched out in sweat and gasps, her body trembling every time I hit the right spot. She bit my shoulder when she came, legs locked around me so tight I thought she'd never let go.