Netskirts #24 - Scene 4

She pinned me against the wall, mouth crashing into mine like she'd been holding back all night. The kiss went filthy fast—tongue sliding deep, her thigh shoved between my legs, grinding up until my hips jerked. Her hand cupped my pussy through the thin fabric of my thong and she rubbed, rough and sure. I moaned into her mouth, breath catching, thighs squeezing around her leg. She tore the thong aside without warning. Fingers plunged straight in, two at once, stretching me open. Wet sounds filled the tight space between us, my slick coating her knuckles with every thrust. She curved her fingers, hit the right spot, made my knees buckle. My nails dug into her shoulders. She kissed down my neck, sucked hard enough to leave marks, tongue flicking over my collarbone while she fucked me faster, thumb circling my clit. My hips chased her hand, riding hard, chasing the edge that threatened to split me open. She bit my bottom lip, didn't let go, and growled against my teeth when I came shaking around her fingers.