Tessa let out a sharp, "Oh, shut up," as she propped herself up a bit. Her hand darted down, grabbing my dick with a practiced ease, lining it up with her pussy. I felt this tight, heavy pressure right at the tip.
With a soft pop, she sank down onto me, taking me in all at once. That raw, skin-on-skin connection—damn, it never gets old.
The bed creaked under us as she started moving. "Ah! Oh, shit!" she gasped, her voice breaking into a laugh.
"Ha, you're really into it today, huh?" I teased, grinning up at her.
"Oh, shut up already," she shot back, half-laughing, half-moaning. "What's this crap about—ah!—piercing my mouth and pussy at the same time?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" she yelped, but before she could finish, I thrust up hard, bouncing her back. She collapsed onto my chest, her body trembling, completely out of control. This wasn't her usual self—she'd normally fight to stay on top, steering the whole thing. Not today, though.
