Getting wet

Ruby feels the full return of your hardness and smiles, small and satisfied. She plants her hands on your shoulders and begins to ride in earnest.

The pace starts slow, long rises that almost let the thick head slip free before she sinks back down and takes every inch again. The exquisite heat of her cunt grips and releases in perfect rhythm, wetter than before, the earlier load easing the way so that each descent is smooth and deep. Her athletic thighs flex with controlled power. The soft clothes still hanging off her body shift with every movement. She keeps her eyes on yours the entire time, the earlier talk of empty nights and polite husbands now replaced by open, focused pleasure.

“That’s better,” she breathes. “Now you’re properly hard for me. Stay still. Let me use it.”

She picks up speed. The wet sound of her cunt working the full 8.5 inches fills the living room. Her breathing turns sharper. One hand drops between her legs so she can rub her clit in tight circles while she rides, the other staying braced on your shoulder for leverage. The solidarity that turned you on so fiercely earlier now mixes with pure physical heat. You watch the way her body takes you, the way her expression opens further with every deep stroke, and the thick length of you throbs in answer inside that perfect grip.

The change comes suddenly. Ruby’s rhythm stutters. Her eyes go wide. A broken sound leaves her throat and then she is squirting, hard and uncontrolled, the sudden wet rush spilling around the base of your cock and soaking your lap, the sofa, her own thighs. The clench of her cunt during the orgasm is almost punishing, fluttering and milking in rapid waves while the clear fluid keeps pulsing out of her in messy spurts.

You love it. The heat, the loss of control, the way she keeps riding through it even as she soaks everything between you. The sensation of her squirting around the thick shaft while she is still fully seated is raw and perfect, the wetness making every subsequent stroke louder and slicker. Ruby gasps and laughs once, breathless and unashamed, then plants herself deeper and keeps moving, the aftershocks still rippling through her as she works herself on you for more.

“Fuck, I needed that,” she manages, voice rough. “Don’t fucking stop looking at me. I can go again. I want to soak you a second time before you finish.”

She settles back into the ride without pause, the mess she made only adding to the wet heat, her body clearly nowhere near done with the cock she has finally gotten inside her.