Couch Sex

Miki Torrez waits naked. The couch receives her first. She lies back, knees parted, one hand resting over her own small breasts, tracing the faint slope. When he arrives she does not waste time. Her mouth finds him at once, wet, deliberate, lips sliding until her chin is damp. He watches her work, then pulls her up, turns her, and fills her from behind in one smooth thrust. The couch creaks beneath them. She reaches between her legs, touches where they meet, feels how tight she grips him. He flips her again so she faces him, her slender frame pinned beneath his weight. Each stroke knocks a soft sound from her throat. He keeps the rhythm even until the need sharpens. At the end she tilts her head back, mouth open, and he spends across her lips and chin in heavy pulses. She stays like that for a moment, breathing, tasting, small breasts rising with each inhale.