Perfect girlfriend

She handles everything—tidies the place, meets me at the door with a kiss that lingers. Stress melts under her hands as she rubs my shoulders, then moves lower. Her touch turns hungry, clothes come off. She drops to her knees first, takes me in her mouth until I’m hard and ready. When she turns around and bends over the couch, I know exactly what she wants. I press in slowly, open her ass inch by inch while she moans into the cushions. We move from the living room to the bedroom, switching positions, keeping the same rhythm. She rides me facing away, then lies on her back with her legs up so I can push deeper. Every thrust tightens her around me. Near the end she kneels again, mouth open, eyes locked on mine. I finish across her lips and tongue, and she swallows what she can, licking the rest from her fingers like it’s dessert.