First Class Challenge 3

Amber's mouth is still slack and wet around him when Aubrey starts crawling up the bed like something starved. Two minutes, maybe less. Amber slides off his cock with a pop, wipes her spit from her chin, and falls back laughing. But Aubrey isn't waiting. She shoves his shoulders flat against the sheets and throws one thigh over his hips. Her cunt is already dripping onto him. She sinks down hard—clench, drag, swallow—until he's buried to the root. Aubrey's rhythm is relentless. She braces her hands on his chest, nails leaving tiny half-moons, and grinds her clit on him each time she bottoms out. Sweat beads on the valley between her tits. The slap of skin gets louder. His cock twitches inside her and she laughs, low and vicious, then rolls her hips in a tight figure-eight that turns his balls to stone. The first thread of his second load leaks into her before he even knows it's happening.