In love

We were at her place, the two of us, and the moment her mouth closed around my nipple I knew the afternoon was already lost. She hooked a finger under my G-string, tugged the thin strip down my hips, and my pulse jumped. I had wanted this for years, a real woman’s mouth between my thighs, and when her tongue finally parted me, the wait ended in one long, slick stroke. I climbed over her and rode the soft heat of her pussy, grinding until her breath broke against my shoulder. She reached for the drawer, came back with a slim toy, and eased it into me in a single slow push. The stretch pulled a moan from my throat. We kept moving like that, mouths locked, hips rocking, until the morning blurred around us.