Superlatives

Keni’s still thinking about last week. Helena walked in and every compliment turned into a string of superlatives. Blonde hair falling over her shoulders, those heavy tits moving with each breath, and an ass that kept his eyes and his hands busy. From the moment she stripped, it was all heat. They kissed hard, clothes hit the floor, and he was between her legs, licking until she pulled him up by the hair. She rolled onto all fours, and he slid straight into her ass, slow at first, then deeper, her cheeks spreading around him. Sweat ran down her back. He gripped her hips and pounded until she was moaning into the sheets. When he couldn’t hold it anymore, he pulled out and painted her face, thick ropes landing on her lips and cheeks. She looked up at him, a smile breaking through the mess, and he had nothing left to say but damn.