Newswomen #04

Her pussy clenches hard around my cock right as I shove the rest of the way inside her. Been thirteen days since the last time I bottomed out like this and that little whimper she makes when I bottom out? Perfect. Every muscle down there hugs me greedy and wet, pulsing around every inch. I grab a handful of her tight ass and drag her harder into each thrust. She feels so goddamn good sliding over me. Her legs wrap my waist on instinct, heels pressing into my back like she’s scared I’ll pull away. I don’t. I drive in deeper, angle my hips so my tip kisses right up against her cervix each time I bottom out. She gasps. Her breath gets short and messy. Her nails scrape down my shoulders in sharp little lines I’ll feel tomorrow. I catch one nipple between my teeth, flick the tip with my tongue, feel it stiffen. Hard little bud. Makes me groan into her skin. I’m switching out sweet for nasty now. Each thrust slams her into the headboard and every time the wood thuds she lets out this soft cry that shoots straight to my balls. My hand leaves her ass long enough to squeeze the other breast full-on, thumb dragging across the nipple that isn’t in my mouth. She’s slick all down my shaft now—warm, sticky, hot. Every time I pull back the cool air hits my wet dick before the heat of her swallows me again. Gripping her thigh, I spread her wider, greedy, selfish with the view. Skin pink where I’ve been holding her too tight. That’s fine. She bruises easy and I like the way my handprints look on her thigh. She’s melting around me, clenching so hard her pussy grips like it wants to keep me there. I’m chasing that tight feeling, snapping my hips faster, making her bed squeak. I told you—thirteen days is way too long. She knows I’m getting close, the way my thrusts turn rougher, choppier, how my breath stutters against her tit. Her hands lock behind my neck and she squeezes me in, tight and insistent like the slick little vice I’m buried in. The second she comes the wave hits so hard it almost takes me with it. Her walls flutter, pulse, contract around me again and again. I stay deep, ride it out, knuckles white where I clutch her hip. My cock throbs inside her, thick and rigid. I tip over the edge right after, blast hot streaks deep inside her tight cunt, growling her name between clenched teeth. Balls draw up tight, cum pumping hard. I empty everything in long, slow pulses, almost dizzy with how damn good it feels. Her arms stay hooked around me long after the last little spurt. I stay there, balls-deep, her slickness and mine coating me. She feels slick, sticky, perfect around my spent cock. The smell of us everywhere—skin and sweat and sex. She grins against my ear and mutters something filthy I barely catch over the sound of our breathing. I laugh into her neck, lazy, cock twitching inside her again like I’m ready for round two even though we just finished.