Sara leaned against the bathroom doorframe, her full breasts straining against silk lingerie. The air smelled of jasmine and sweat as she traced a finger down his chest, slowing to linger on his rigid nipple. Her lips brushed his earlobe softly. ‘You want me,’ she whispered, voice dripping honeyed certainty.
He gripped her hip possessively, his thumb kneading the valley between her rounded ass cheeks. She arched backward, offering herself like a temple statue carved for worship. The sound of fabric rustling echoed as he tugged down her lace underwear, exposing her smooth shaved slit and pouting anus. ‘Gods, you’re perfect,’ he breathed.
Sara knelt abruptly, her tits brushing his stomach. Her tongue flicked across his throbbing shaft, tasting salt before engulfing him whole. She swallowed hard twice, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed her head like a piston. His hips jerked when she cupped his balls, humming around his length until he gasped for air.
He pulled her up, fingers digging into her ass. ‘Turn,’ he commanded. Her knees hit the sink’s edge as she spread herself open on all fours, exposing her pink folds and puckered hole. He smacked her clit once before plunging a finger deep inside her cunt. She moaned as his other hand twisted her nipple roughly.
‘More,’ she pleaded breathlessly when he pressed two fingers into her ass. The bathroom filled with the wet slap of flesh against flesh as she rode him, each thrust echoing like a drumbeat. ‘Cum in my mouth,’ she demanded suddenly, spinning around to swallow his hard and swollen penis whole again.
He shoved her onto the counter, spreading her legs wider. Sara’s head lolled back as he entered her simultaneously from behind, her body bowing. The bathroom mirror fogged as they groaned together in unison, their sounds colliding in the tight space. She screamed through clenched teeth when his finger found her clit mid-stroke.
After collapsing onto the cool tiles, she laughed throatily seeing cum dripping from between her legs and down his shaft still half-erect. ‘We’re not finished,’ he growled, pinning her wrists as his friend entered behind them silently. Her eyes widened but she met every thrust, climaxing again as two cocks filled her.
They collapsed in a tangled heap of limbs and sweat-soaked silk later. Sara traced the outline of his chest abs with sticky fingers while he buried his face between her big tits. ‘Tell me,’ she whispered, ‘would you rather have your friend’s wife or my ass?’