cara
Lynn climbed onto the red bed. She didn’t look like the professional receptionist I saw this morning. She looked like a lion about to devour a good piece of meat.
She moved over me. She positioned herself between my legs, turning around so her back was to my face.
Lynn lowered herself. She settled her weight right on top of me. Our bodies clicked together like two puzzle pieces. Her wet slit pressed directly against mine.
Her c**t touched mine…
Ohhh fuckkk.
Clit on c**t.
This was different. It was a different kind of heat—soft, slippery, and incredibly intense.
She moved. I could feel her folds sliding over mine, the friction creating a stinging, electric heat that made my toes curl.
Ahhhh, oohhh, yesss, oohhh… ohhhh… I moaned low, my eyes narrowed, mouth open slightly.
“You
