She takes you upstairs

She takes you upstairs, where there’s just you and her, together. She continues kissing you, as she undresses you, while your hands pull down her green shorts.

Soon you’re both on her red heart-shaped bed, the most dynamic of duos, you looking up at her, her breasts bouncing as she rides you like a bucking bronco, perspiration rolling down her front, as the noisy air conditioning fails to cool you down, fails to drown out her cries, as your hands wander down each other’s bodies, making all the right moves.

She moves her lips to yours, exploring your mouth. She smells like Girl Wonders ought to smell, tastes like strawberries and cream. Her mouth moves to your ear, making you shiver beneath her, her tongue moving along it, her muscular legs wrapping around yours, as you continue to thrust against each other, bringing the night to the kind of crescendo orchestras dream of.

“Holy...” she begins to say, but then it’s drowned out as you cum together, your moans coinciding.

She slides off you, a big grin on her face, and then you roll over against her, resting your head on her supportive breasts, and fall asleep to the soft sound of her breathing.