Feeling The Friction

They yell until the air cracks. Ginebra slams the door, but her mouth is already on his. Alberto grabs her, spins her, and presses her belly to the wall. She twists, grabs his belt, yanks it free. His hand slips down her jeans, fingers finding heat. Clothes drop fast. She drops to her knees first, takes him deep, tongue flat, throat working. He pulls her up, kisses the taste from her lips, then lowers her onto the bed. She swings a leg over, settles her mouth back on him while her ass hovers near his face. They move together, slow and greedy. She licks him clean after every pull, lips shiny. He spreads her open with both thumbs, tongue dragging lower, then back, never rushing. When she cums she moans around his cock, thighs shaking. He sits up, flips her, and slides inside while she’s still pulsing. He fucks her deep, slow strokes turning sharp. She reaches back, pulls him out, takes him in her mouth again, greedy for every drop. He cums across her tongue and she swallows, eyes locked on his. Bodies cooling, the fight already forgotten.