Women Seeking Women #123

She stepped in, heels clicking, skirt tight around her hips. Dark hair spilled over her shoulders, brushed the lace of her bra. Black stockings caught the light as she moved. He waited on the bed. She didn’t speak. She pushed him flat, climbed up, knees planted on either side of his face. The fabric of her panties brushed his mouth, warm and damp. She rocked once, slow, testing. Then she lowered all her weight. His breath vanished beneath her. She leaned down, caught his lips in a hard kiss, tongue pushing deep while her cunt pressed harder. Her tits swayed, bare nipples brushing his chest. She broke the kiss, sat upright again, thighs flexing. She ground on him, deliberate, each roll of her hips dragging lace over his tongue. Stockings rasped against his skin. She reached back, gripped his cock through his briefs, squeezed once, let go. Her breath came sharp. She stayed on his face, riding steady, cunt slicking the thin cotton. He moaned into her. She answered with a low laugh and pressed down again, sealing every sound beneath her.