Passionate foreplay melted into slow, dripping-wet sex
They start on the couch: deep kisses, tongues fighting, hands everywhere. She straddles him, grinding slow while he peels her top off and sucks her nipples hard. Fingers slide under lace, rubbing her clit until she’s soaking through the fabric. He lifts her, carries her to bed, lays her down like she’s fragile, then spreads her legs and licks her slow from entrance to clit until she’s shaking and begging.rnOnly then does he slide in, one long, smooth thrust until he’s buried. They move like liquid: her hips rolling up to meet every deep stroke, his hands pinned above her head, mouths never apart. Slow, then faster, skin slapping softly, breath mixing. She wraps her legs tight, whispers “don’t stop” as she cums, pussy pulsing around him. He follows seconds later, pushing deep and filling her with slow, hot pulses while they stay locked together, trembling.
