Leslie fucks Craig

Leslie stepped closer, her hips swaying as she crossed the dimly lit patio. The firelight flickered over her bare legs, the same ones he’d just watched wrapped around Marcus. "Close call, huh?" she murmured, her fingers trailing over his shoulder before standing in front of him.

Leslie’s fingers lingered on the brim of Craig’s ball cap before she tugged it free, her nails grazing his scalp just enough to make him shiver. She tilted her head, mischief glinting in her eyes as she settled the cap backward over her tousled hair. The firelight caught the sweat at her collarbone, tracing a slow path downward as she reached for the hem of her shirt.

One deliberate pull, and the fabric slipped over her shoulders, pooling at her feet. She stepped out of it, bare skin glowing in the flickering orange light. Craig’s breath hitched as she unhooked her bra, letting it slide down her arms with a shrug.

She took a slow sip from his glass, her lips leaving a faint gloss on the rim. "Your usual Jack & Coke, I see," she murmured, the ice clinking as she tilted the drink toward him. The amber liquid caught the firelight, casting warm shadows across her throat as she swallowed. Craig’s fingers twitched at his sides, the scent of her perfume—something sweet and dangerous—mixing with the sharp tang of whiskey.

Leslie’s fingers traced lower, her nails lightly scraping over Craig’s stomach before wrapping around his throbbing cock. "Looks like you really enjoyed my video," she purred, her thumb swiping over the leaking tip, spreading the slick precum down his shaft. Craig groaned, his hips jerking into her touch as her other hand pushed his pants down further, freeing him completely. The cool night air contrasted with the heat of her skin as she sank to her knees in front of him, her tongue flicking out to taste him—slow, teasing—before her lips sealed around his swollen head.

Leslie pulled up, her fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties as she peeled them down her thighs, the damp fabric clinging to her skin for a brief moment before she kicked them aside. The firelight flickered over her bare body as she stepped out of her dress, letting it pool at her feet in a silken heap. Craig’s cock twitched against his stomach as she climbed onto his lap, her thighs straddling his hips, her wet heat already searing against the tip of his shaft.

She sank down slowly, her tight stretched pussy stretching around him inch by inch, her breath hitching as she took him deep.

Leslie’s lips crashed into Craig’s, her tongue hot and demanding as she rocked against him, her hips rolling in slow, deliberate circles. He could feel the slick warmth of Marcus’s cum still inside her, the wet slide of it between their bodies as she ground down, taking him deeper. Her moan vibrated against his mouth, her fingers tangling in his hair as she broke the kiss just enough to whisper, "You like that, don’t you? Feeling him in me while you fuck me?"

Craig’s grip on her hips tightened, his nails biting into her skin as he thrust up, burying himself to the hilt.

Craig growled against her mouth, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips as he drove up into her with rough, possessive strokes. "Fuck yes," he hissed, the heat of her still stretched around Marcus’s spend making her impossibly slick, his cock sliding through the mess with every thrust. Leslie moaned, arching against him, her nails raking down his chest as she rolled her hips to meet him.

The firelight licked over their sweat-slicked skin as she rode him harder, her breath coming in sharp, uneven gasps. "Tell me again," she demanded, her voice a breathless taunt as she clenched around him, milking his cock with every downward grind.

Craig’s grip tightened, his fingers leaving angry red marks as he yanked her hips down harder, forcing her to take every brutal inch. "That’s right," he snarled, his voice rough with lust, "be my filthy little slut—dripping with him while I ruin you."

Leslie whimpered, her body trembling as she clenched around him, her slick walls fluttering with every punishing thrust. The heat of Marcus’s spend still inside her mixed with Craig’s relentless strokes, the obscene wet sounds filling the night air.

"Say it," Craig demanded, his teeth grazing her throat as he fucked up into her with a sharp snap of his hips.

Leslie arched her back, her pierced nipples grazing Craig’s lips as she rode him harder, the firelight licking over her sweat-slicked skin. Her heavy tits swayed with every bounce, the silver rings glinting as they brushed against his mouth, teasing him with the promise of a taste. Craig groaned, his fingers sinking into the thick, supple flesh of her ass, spreading her cheeks as he guided her movements, forcing her down onto his cock with each deep, claiming thrust.

"Damn, babe, you feel so good," Craig growled, his voice rough with need as Leslie rode him with slow, torturous rolls of her hips. His hands gripped her waist, fingers digging into her soft skin as he **** her down harder, deeper. "Tell me—tell me you’re my slut wife."

Leslie’s breath hitched, her thighs trembling as she clenched around him, her slick walls fluttering in response.

Leslie’s breath came in ragged gasps as she ground down on him, her thighs quivering. “I’m your slut,” she moaned, her voice thick with need. “Your filthy little whore wife.” Her nails scraped down his chest as her hips rolled in slow, **** circles, her body tightening around him with every word.

Craig’s grip on her hips turned bruising, his cock throbbing deep inside her as she clenched around him. “Say it again,” he growled, thrusting up hard, forcing a broken cry from her lips.

“Yours—always yours,” she whimpered, her back arching as pleasure coiled tighter, her orgasm building like a storm.

Leslie’s body locked around him as her orgasm tore through her, her pussy clenching in rhythmic, greedy pulses that milked Craig’s cock relentlessly. A broken cry spilled from her lips as she arched back, her nails biting into his shoulders, her inner walls fluttering around him like a vice.

Craig groaned, his hips jerking up instinctively, his control unraveling as her tight heat squeezed him. “Fuck, Leslie—” His voice was ragged, his fingers digging into her hips hard enough to bruise as he fought the inevitable. But the way she clamped down on him, still quivering from her climax, was too much.

Craig’s hips stuttered as his cock pulsed deep inside her, thick ropes of cum painting her already-stuffed walls. A guttural groan tore from his throat as he buried his face between her tits, teeth scraping over her pierced nipples while his release pumped into her in hot, possessive spurts.

Leslie whimpered, her body still twitching from her own climax as she felt him flood her, his seed mixing with Marcus’s inside her swollen, well-used cunt.

Craig’s breath came in ragged bursts against her heaving chest, his lips dragging wet, possessive kisses between the swell of her tits as his cock twitched inside her, still pulsing out the last thick ropes of his release. Leslie gasped, her fingers tangling in his hair as she arched into him, her oversensitive walls fluttering around his shaft—each involuntary spasm milking him deeper, drawing out every last drop.

The firelight flickered over their sweat-slicked bodies, casting shadows where Craig’s face remained buried between her breasts, his teeth grazing a peaked nipple, the silver ring catching against his tongue.

Their bodies remained tangled, skin sticking where sweat still glistened in the fire’s dying glow. Craig’s softening cock twitched inside her one last time before slipping free with a lewd, wet pop, trailing a slick strand of their mixed release down her trembling thighs. Leslie shuddered, her swollen cunt clenching around nothing as she slumped against him, her breath hot and uneven against his collarbone. Craig’s fingers traced lazy circles over the angry red marks his grip had left on her hips, his other hand cupping the back of her neck to keep her close. The air smelled of sex and woodsmoke, their heartbeats slow and heavy against each other’s skin.

Craig’s lips curled into a smirk as his tongue flicked over Leslie’s pierced nipple, the metal bead clinking softly against his teeth. "You’re such a dirty slut," he growled, his voice rough with satisfaction as he sucked the stiff peak deeper into his mouth, his fingers tightening possessively in her hair.

Leslie whimpered, her back arching off the sweat-slick sheets as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her still-throbbing cunt. Her thighs trembled where they bracketed his hips, her skin flushed and oversensitive from their earlier fucking.

Leslie’s breath hitched as Craig’s calloused palm slid possessively down the curve of her waist, gripping the swell of her thick ass hard enough to make her moan. “I know I can’t help myself,” she gasped, her voice trembling as his teeth scraped the column of her throat. “You made me this way—fuck—” Her words dissolved into a whimper as his other hand squeezed her tit roughly, the metal barbell of her nipple pinching between his fingers.

Craig chuckled darkly, his lips trailing wet, open-mouthed kisses up her neck before biting her earlobe. “Yeah?

"Yeah? I guess I did make you the whore you are," Craig growled against her ear, his voice thick with dark amusement. His fingers dug harder into the soft flesh of her ass, pulling her flush against him as his other hand twisted her nipple just shy of pain. "Always craving cock, always hungry for another load stuffed inside you."

Leslie's breath came in sharp, needy gasps as his words sent a fresh wave of heat between her thighs. Her hips rocked instinctively, grinding against his thighs where his half-hard cock already stirred again between his legs.