Sex (R)evolution - 1997

Christopher still wanted the classic touch—little black dress and heels. Lottie wore flannel and wide pants that left everything to guesswork. That guesswork had him aching. He slid her panties off, kept the bra and shirt, and buried his face. She ground down, breath catching every time his tongue hit her clit. She leaned in and took him in her mouth too, slick and steady, the 69 tight and wet. Later she straddled him backward, took him deep, then flipped forward so he could drive hard and slow, skin slapping in rhythm while the flannel clung to her back.