Just the Girls - Episode 5

She pulled the dress over her head and tossed it onto the floor. The fabric landed in a black puddle near the bed. No bra. Her nipples hardened the moment the air touched them. I watched her hook her thumbs into the waistband of her lace panties and slide them down, stepping out one foot at a time like she had all night. Her body looked carved. Curves where they should be, soft where it mattered. The light from the bedside lamp caught the sheen between her thighs, already wet. She climbed onto the bed without asking, straddling my hips, knees sinking into the mattress on either side of me. Her cunt pressed hot against my cock, skin to skin, sliding slow. She rocked once, then again, coating me with her slick. I felt every inch of her—soft folds parting, her clit grazing the head of my dick each time she moved forward. She reached down, took me in hand, and lined me up without ceremony. She sank down in one deliberate stroke. Tight. Wet. All the way to the base. Her breath caught, then released in a low sound that came from somewhere deep. I felt her walls clench around me, then relax, adjusting to the stretch. She stayed still for a moment, hips flush to mine, letting me feel how full she was. Then she started to move. Slow at first. Hips rolling in small circles, grinding her clit against me with every pass. Her hands braced on my chest, fingers digging in. Breasts swaying with the motion. I reached up, took one nipple between my fingers, rolled it. She gasped and rocked harder. Her rhythm picked up. She rose and fell in long, deliberate strokes, lifting until only the head stayed inside, then dropping back down hard enough to make the bed creak. Wet sounds filled the room. Skin on skin. Each thrust drew a new noise out of her—soft moans turning sharper, breathier. I gripped her waist, guiding her, meeting each descent with an upward thrust. She leaned forward, hair falling around us, mouth finding mine. The kiss was messy, open, tongues sliding. She tasted like wine and heat. Her cunt fluttered around me when I drove up deep, and she broke the kiss to press her forehead to mine, panting. "Right there," she whispered. She shifted her angle, grinding now more than thrusting. Her clit rubbed against the base of my cock with every movement. I felt her getting closer—the way her walls tightened, the way her thighs started to tremble. She chased it without shame, hips snapping faster, breath ragged. When she came, it was sudden. Her whole body locked, cunt pulsing hard around me in tight, rhythmic squeezes. A broken sound escaped her throat. She kept moving through it, riding out every wave, dragging it out until her arms shook and she collapsed forward onto my chest, still fluttering around my cock. I rolled her onto her back without pulling out. Her legs wrapped around my waist, ankles locked at the small of my back. I drove into her deep and steady, feeling the aftershocks still rippling through her. Her nails raked down my spine. She was slicker now, wetter, and I fucked her through it, chasing my own edge. She reached between us, fingers finding her clit again, rubbing fast circles while I thrust. Her second orgasm hit harder. She cried out, cunt clamping down so tight it almost forced me out. I buried myself deep and came with her, pulsing hot inside, hips jerking with each spurt. Her body milked me through it, drawing every drop. We stayed like that—sweat-slick, breathing hard, her legs still hooked around me. My cock twitched inside her with the last weak pulses. She turned her head, kissed the corner of my mouth, and smiled like she had all the time in the world.