Making love

Regina Ice walks into the room and Victor looks at her like he wants to taste every inch. She is blonde, built, and she is new to this. They start on the couch. She pulls him close. Her mouth finds him, warm and hungry. She works him slow, her lips gliding down, then back up again, taking her time. Victor watches her, his hands in her hair. She lets him slip out, strings of spit trailing from her lips, then she takes him again, deeper this time. He pulls her up. Her tits are full and heavy, her skin pale and smooth. Victor runs his hands over them, fingers squeezing, mouth following. She gasps when he bites her nipple, then moans when he licks it better. He moves her onto the bed, spreading her open. Her legs part for him. He sinks inside her in one long stroke. Her body takes him, tight and wet, and she grips the sheets when he starts to fuck her. The rhythm builds. Skin slaps against skin. She rocks her hips up to meet every thrust. Victor buries himself again and again. Regina’s tits bounce with the motion, her nipples hard. He pulls out, strokes himself fast, and finishes on her face. Thick ropes land across her lips, her cheeks, her chin. She keeps her eyes on him, tongue out, catching what she can. The room goes quiet except for their breathing.