Lesbian Legal #09 - Scene 4

She kicks the door shut behind her, breath ragged. Midnight. June 12, 2015. The sheets are still warm from him but she's got new heat on her mind. He waits against the headboard, cock already stiff, eyes dark as ink. She crawls up his body slow, then drops her mouth on him without warning. Her tongue works the thick vein underneath, cheeks hollowing, spit running down his balls. He grunts, fists her hair, thrusts deeper until her throat grips tight. She gags once and smiles around it. Her fingers slip between her own thighs, slick and greedy, rubbing hard while she swallows every inch he gives her. He pulls her off by the roots, flips her onto her stomach, spreads her open and slams inside in one stroke. The bed frame slams the wall. Sweat drips down his chest onto her back. She meets every thrust, hips snapping back, cunt clenching like it wants to bruise him. He reaches under, circles her clit fast, and she bites the pillow to keep from screaming. The clock ticks louder than their skin slapping. He finishes deep, spills hard, stays buried while her walls still flutter around him. Neither of them moves for a long minute. The window's half-open. Sirens wail somewhere below.