Neighborhood Swingers #20 - Scene 3

Dinner’s over, so the four of them drift to the living room. Tommy settles into a couch with his legs spread, that lazy, I-know-what-I’m-doing grin on his face. Anna, standing barely above five feet, answers his “how the hell do y’all actually line up?” question by stepping straight between his knees and climbing on. She plants one bare foot on the cushion on each side of his hips and squats until her short thighs rest on the tops of his long ones, arms locked around his neck for balance. The tip of her bush is almost brushing the bulge in his pants, and the size difference looks absurd—her whole body smaller than one of his legs—but she just rocks her hips, showing exactly where his cock will settle between her folds when she drops down onto it. She smirks at his fiancée on the far couch like it’s an inside joke, then drops an inch lower so Tommy can feel the heat and the wet click of her cunt teasing the head through fabric. “You just lift me, park me there, and let me work,” she murmurs, gripping his broad shoulders for leverage. “Easier than it looks, trust me.” She gives a little bounce to prove it, tits bouncing with the motion, then shoots him that cocky wink like she owns every inch of extra space between them.