Jasmine swung a leg over me, straddling my hips while I stayed flat on my back. She grabbed my slick cock, gave it two slow strokes just to watch me groan, then lined it up and sank down in one smooth, greedy drop. Her pussy swallowed me whole, hot and velvet and still pulsing from her last orgasm.
"Fuuuck," she moaned, head falling back, long hair brushing my thighs. "Still so fucking big after all that. You're ruining me, Evan."
She started riding hard, tits bouncing wildly, ass slapping my thighs with every drop. The sound was obscene—wet, rhythmic, echoing off the walls. Delilah turned my face to hers and kissed me soft at first, shy little licks, then deeper, tongue sliding against mine, needy and desperate.
I kissed her back like I was starving, hand sliding between her thighs, fingers finding her soaked folds. I rubbed slow, firm circles over her clit, then dipped two fingers inside, curling just right. She whimpered into my mouth, hips rolling against my hand.
