Women Seeking Women #46 - Scene 3

She moved up and down that thick cock buried inside her, driving every inch exactly where she needed it, her hair swinging with each motion. Eyes locked tight on him while she rode, watching him watch her work. He stayed completely still and let her control the pace; for a beat he even carried on his casual convo, paying exactly the right amount of flattering interest so she wouldn't slow down. His body crowded hers—real, heavy, confident—and it pulled something impatient out of her. She needed more and faster and stopped asking polite and just took it. She twisted her hips harder, ground against him, chased the angle that made him gasp. Together they took on a half-familiar climax, the way they knew they fit, all those sweaty inches and desperate slaps happening right then, date stamped and forgotten again. "9-29-08."