Just the Girls - Episode 3

She had her fingers hooked in the waistband of her panties, thumbs dragging silk down her hips. He watched the fabric slip away, the curve of her ass catching the low light. She stepped out of them one foot at a time, then kicked them aside without looking where they landed. "Come here," he said. She moved to the bed and climbed over him, knees planted on either side of his ribs. The heat between her legs hovered just above his cock, close enough that he felt it without touch. She reached down, wrapped her hand around him, and guided the head between her folds. She rubbed him there, slow circles, getting him wet with her. Her breath hitched when the ridge caught her clit. She sank down in one motion. No teasing, no pause—just took him deep until her ass settled against his thighs. Her cunt clenched around him, tight and wet, pulling a low sound from his throat. She stayed still a moment, feeling the stretch, then lifted and dropped again, harder this time. His hands found her waist. She rode him with purpose, rolling her hips each time she bottomed out. The wet sound of it filled the room. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. He watched her tits move with every thrust, nipples tight. She leaned forward, palms on his chest, and fucked him faster, chasing it. He reached between them and rubbed her clit with two fingers, matching the rhythm of her hips. She came with a sharp gasp, cunt pulsing around him, thighs shaking. He kept rubbing her through it until she jerked away from his hand, oversensitive. She climbed off him, turned around, and straddled him again facing his feet. She reached back, grabbed his cock, and sank down once more. The angle was different—deeper. She braced her hands on his thighs and moved in short, grinding strokes. He watched his cock disappear into her, slick with her come. His thumb found her ass, pressing lightly against the tight ring of muscle. She pushed back into the touch. He sat up behind her, chest to her back, and wrapped an arm around her waist. His other hand found her breast, fingers pinching her nipple. She rode him like that, back against his front, both of them sweating. He bit her shoulder, teeth leaving marks. She reached down and rubbed her own clit, fast and rough. When she came again, her whole body went tight. He held her through it, cock buried deep, feeling every flutter. She went limp against him. He eased her onto her back, spread her thighs, and pushed inside her again. She was dripping now, wet enough that he slid in without resistance. He fucked her slow and deep, watching her face. Her mouth was open, eyes half-lidded. He leaned down and kissed her, tongue against tongue. She wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer. He came with a groan, pulsing inside her, hips stuttering. She held him there, fingers in his hair, until his breathing slowed. They lay tangled together, skin cooling, his come leaking out of her onto the sheets.