Secret Fantasies

The room is warm with the echoing sounds of your shared breathing. She pulls you on top of her, legs tangled together, her hands gripping your hips as she positions you exactly how she wants. You’re both soaked. When your pussies press together, slick and hot, you both moan at the contact.

She starts moving first, slow, deliberate rolls of her hips, grinding her clit against yours in a slick, messy rhythm. The wet sounds of your bodies sliding together fill the room. “Fuck, baby,” she breathes, eyes locked on where you’re connected. “Look at us… so fucking wet.”

You rock against her harder, chasing the friction, your swollen clits rubbing perfectly with every movement. She reaches down and spreads herself open wider with two fingers, pressing your pussies even closer together. The new angle makes you whimper, hips jerking involuntarily. She gasps when you grind down harder, her own thighs starting to shake. “Keep going, just like that. I want to feel you soak me.”

The pressure builds fast. You’re both grinding desperately now, slick coating your thighs, the obscene wet sounds growing louder. She suddenly grabs your hips and pulls you down hard, rolling her hips up to meet you. You come on her first, a sharp cry leaving your lips as you squirt against her, hot and messy, soaking her pussy and thighs.

The feeling pushes her over the edge right after you. She moans loudly, body trembling as she squirts back against you, your releases mixing together in a warm, slippery mess between your bodies. She keeps grinding through it, slower now, dragging out every last pulse until you’re both shaking and breathless. When it finally fades, she pulls you down into a deep, lazy kiss, her hands stroking your back.