Twisted Passions #14: Lamoyne Hotel 7 - Scene 3

She straddled him on that bare mattress like it might explode under us. June hit, heat thick enough to choke on, and her tits swayed every time she rocked her hips down. She grabbed my wrist, dragged my palm to her tit, made me squeeze until her nipple hardened like a pebble under my thumb. She dragged me inside her slow. Her cunt swallowed me inch by inch, wet sucking sounds filling the stale air. The room smelled of sweat, latex, and the coffee she'd spilled earlier. One leg hooked behind my knee, pinning me, daring me to try pulling out. When her nails raked my ribs I bit back a curse, hips jerking up into her. She rode me harder. A wicked smirk cut across her mouth as she reached behind, fingers spreading herself wider so every wet slap echoed off the walls. I couldn't look away, couldn't breathe without tasting her breath. She owned the moment and she knew it.