Intimate Connection

Charlie's morning wood pulsed for Sybil's touch, hard against her back as she did her makeup. He couldn't resist; hands explored her breasts, nipples hardening under his fingers. Sybil met his desire, fist and mouth working his cock, before leaning into his musk-soaked kiss. On the bed, his tongue painted her wetness as he devoured her. He slid into her, a mere beginning to their dance. Spooning, doggy style, she was a symphony of gasps and whimpers. Sybil climbed atop, her hips rocking until she's riding pleasure. Then her hot mouth engulfed his tip for the last satisfying gulp.