She slid down his body like water. Hot, liquid, clinging to him as if her life depended on it. He felt her wetness as her leg wrapped around his, her cunt pressing against his hip, then the long, sticky smear of her juice as she went down, rubbing her need on his thigh.
His hand rested on the top of her head as she sat, the apex of her thighs pressed against his ankle, her cheek against his knee.
Her hand wrapped around his shaft, as his cock sprang away from the nest of curling dark hairs, jutting out into the room, scenting the pussy that had slid past.
Her eyes asked a silent question, and he nodded his assent.
His moan filled the room as her mouth slid like hot silk over his cockhead, lipping at it gently, then sucking firmly. No words were exchanged, only the sounds of sucking, and male bliss. As his balls boiled, his hands gripped her head, fisting in her long mane of hair, and forcing her head faster, deeper onto his stiff rod, until she swallowed the whole length of him, gagging.
Her throat convulsing against his turgid cock pushed him over the edge, and his dick jolted as his come exploded up his pole, and into the depths of her mouth.
He held her head there for a moment longer, his knees weak, as she slipped her tongue under the head of his shaft, and sucked deep and hard, drawing out the last drops of his semen. Her eyes flashes with a secret triumph as he released her, allowing her to touch her most needy pussy.
He slipped to the floor beside her, spent, and watched as she slipped her fingers into her weeping cunt, and came beside him.