One Thing Leads To Another

Selva lounges on the couch with her legs spread, her dark curls wild against the cushion. Her fingers guide a slender toy in slow, steady circles inside her ass. A quiet gasp slips out each time the toy sinks deeper. The front door opens. Lorenzo steps in, drops his keys, and stops dead when he sees her. She looks up, eyes half-lidded, and keeps moving the toy without a word. He crosses the room, already hard, and cups her small breast, thumb brushing her tight nipple. Selva lifts her hips in invitation. Lorenzo slips the toy free and replaces it with his own slick head, pushing in inch by careful inch until his hips meet her ass. The room fills with the wet slap of skin and her low, steady moans as he fucks her deeper, harder, until her fingers dig into the couch and her whole body tightens around him.