Women Seeking Women #80

Lisa undressed like she had somewhere to be. Skirt first, panties second, then the bra, until the whole damn outfit hit the floor in a messy pile. She sank to her knees on the rug like it was her favorite seat. Her hand found Zack’s belt before he’d even thought to touch it, and the sound of the buckle giving way filled the room like a promise. Zack’s cock came free, thick, hard and ready for her mouth, and she slid her lips down him in one greedy stroke. The taste of his skin hit the back of her throat and she moaned like she was getting paid for it. Her tongue worked the underside in lazy, wet circles while she pumped the shaft with her fist, saliva dripping between her fingers and onto the floor. Every time she came up for air, a string of spit stretched from her bottom lip to his swollen head and she grinned up at him before diving again, cheeks hollowed, eyes half-lidded, making the filthiest, wettest noises possible. Zack curled his hand in her hair and used it like a handle, fucking her throat while her knees shuffled closer until her bare tits brushed his legs. She never let up, never pulled back; every sloppy thrust down her throat only earned him a soft gag and another rush of slick from her cunt, leaving a shiny trail across her inner thigh she never bothered to wipe away.