Doesn't This Belong To You

Codey spots the pair of shoes and knows they belong to Jaye. He finds her in the next room. One look and their mouths meet, hungry, unhurried at first, then deeper. Hands slide under clothes, hips grind, breath quickens. Jaye leans back on the couch, thighs parted, and Codey’s fingers slip between her folds. She’s slick, dripping against his knuckles while her small tits rise and fall with every shaky inhale. He works two fingers inside, thumb circling her clit until she moans his name like she never stopped wanting him. She turns, gets on her knees, and offers herself. Codey grips her hips and sinks in, filling her in one slow push. Jaye’s back arches, her tight cunt gripping every inch as he starts to thrust. He pounds into her, skin slapping skin, her wetness coating his shaft. She pushes back, greedy for more. When he’s close, she spins around, lips parted. Codey strokes himself and finishes across her tongue, thick, hot, and she swallows every drop, eyes locked on his.