Girlfriend's Retreat

We hit the road to ditch the stress and crash somewhere quiet for the weekend. Macy’s pumped I scored this spot. Soon as we’re inside that blue little skirt rides up and she’s got my fingers in her mouth, but we both know that’s just foreplay. She drops, blonde curls swinging, lace top pushed down, and takes my cock like she’s starving for it. Tongue swirling, stiletto nails digging into my thighs, she sucks every drop of tension right out. She smells like fresh sweat and sweet pussy; I bury my face in her armpits first, then those perky tits, then yank the lace panties aside to nose her soaked slit. I smack her ass hard, watch the red bloom on that tattooed lower back, and drive straight into her. From living room couch to bedroom sheets she rides me deep, thanking me with every wet clap of her hips. She spins around, plants that glistening pink cunt on my tongue, and grinds until I flip her on her back, legs pinned, pounding until she’s shaking. Doggy next—ass up, face down, that tattoo staring back while I rail her stupid. When she’s moaning like a pornstar I pull out, straddle her pretty face and paint it with a thick load she licks off her lips like it’s dessert.