before sunset

The minutes before sunset hit like quicksilver on skin. Josephine waits at the edge of the last light, hips swaying, breasts heavy, every soft curve begging for hands. She's all Den's tonight and he intends to take his time. His cock sinks into her slick, tight cunt in one long, deliberate push. She gasps, tilts back, and meets every inch. No hurry, no mercy either, just the slow drag of flesh on flesh, wet sounds growing louder as he grinds deeper. Josephine moans when his grip tightens on her waist, driving himself in until he's flush against her ass. He feels her clench around him and keeps moving like he means to wreck her slow. She rocks back, nails digging, pussy dripping down both their thighs. Neither wants it over. They chase every last stretch of gold light across their skin, bodies slick, breath ragged, every stroke a promise that the night hasn't even started.