The room felt hotter even with the fan running. Our bodies were slick with sweat and the remnants of the spilled wine. Lara’s head rested on my chest, but her mouth stayed active, sucking softly on my right n****e. The gentle rhythm kept me on edge, my p***y still throbbing from the last orgasm. I ran my fingers down her back, tracing her spine, feeling her shiver.
“I need you closer,” I whispered. Lara looked up, her eyes full of lust and something warmer. She climbed fully on top of me again, our breasts pressing together. Hers were smaller but firm, n*****s hard against mine. The contact felt electric. We kissed deeply, grinding our wet p*****s together in slow circles.
But Lara couldn’t resist for long. She slid down and captured my left breast in her mouth, sucking with fresh hunger
