Rosie settled her weight fully onto Milan’s mouth, the heat of her sliding across his tongue and lips as she began to rock.
Her thighs, thick, strong, the deep brown skin smooth and warm, bracketed his head so completely that the rest of the room disappeared.
All he could see was the soft underside of her stomach, the heavyides of her breasts when she leaned forward, and the dark, glistening folds he was already familiar with from the living room.
She did not ask if he was ready. She simply used him.
“Tongue out,” she ordered, voice steady even as her hips rolled. “Let me feel it. You stay still until I say otherwise.”
Milan obeyed.
His hands stayed above his head where she had told him to keep them.
The taste of her filled his mouth again, richer now, wetter.
She ground down
