Women Seeking Women #87

She walked in wearing nothing but sheer black lingerie, tiny silver rings catching the light through the fabric at her nipples. The blonde hair spilled over her shoulders, natural tits moving with each step. He watched her cross the room like he already knew he was about to get ruined. She pushed him onto the bed and climbed up, knees planted on either side of his head. No warm-up. She lowered herself until her weight pressed down over his mouth, the thin strip of lace the only thing between her and his tongue. He started licking through the fabric anyway. She rocked her hips slow at first, then harder, grinding until his face disappeared beneath her. Her piercings brushed against him whenever she leaned down to kiss him—wet, messy, open-mouthed kisses that left them both gasping. She tasted like sweat and smoke. Every time she pulled back to look at him, a thin thread of spit connected her mouth to his, then broke when she dropped down again. She rode his face like she needed it. Pressure, heat, the way his nose bumped her through the lingerie. Her thighs flexed around his head. She reached down once to pull the lace aside, let him taste her bare for a second, then covered him again. Kept him right where she wanted him. When she came it was sudden—hips stuttering, fingers twisted in his hair, a low sound in her throat that didn't quite make it to a moan. She stayed there afterward, still pressing down, letting him breathe when she felt like it. The lingerie clung to her skin. Her tits rose and fell. He stayed under her, mouth open, waiting for whatever she decided next.