Sweet Little Lies

Kenna pushes Nathan against the wall, fingers hooking his belt before he can blink. Her hand's already inside his jeans, gripping him hard, thumb stroking that first slick bead at the tip. He groans, deep in his throat. She kisses him like she's punishing him for every second he made her wait. He spins her around, palms her tits through the thin cotton, feeling how heavy they hang, how tight the nipples have gone. One tug and the fabric's gone. Bare skin. He bites down where her neck meets her shoulder and she arches into him, hips rolling back until her ass finds his cock. Nothing slow about it. She spreads for him, bent over the edge of the bed, cheeks parted, cunt already glossy. He slides in raw. One thrust and he's buried, balls flush. She pushes back, greedy, taking him to the root like she owns the whole length. Every stroke is louder than the last—skin slapping, breath ragged, the wet sound of him working her open. Kenna reaches down, rubs her clit in tight circles while he pounds her. Her thighs shake. She comes hard, squeezing him, cursing under her breath. He doesn't stop. Keeps driving through the clench until her legs give. Then he flips her, spreads her knees wide, fucks her face-to-face, sweat mixing where their chests meet. She digs her nails into his back when she feels him swell, pull out just in time, painting her stomach in hot, thick ropes.