Last Night was a Mistake, But Today I Need Your Cock

Gabriela didn't give Tyler much space to overthink. She pressed her bare tit in his face, rubbed his shaft between those full lips, then slid him back into her mouth. Yesterday he'd told himself it was a mistake and that they should cool it. Today she kneeled down sucking him like he was already in on it. Her tongue knew every spot—along the ridge, under the head, back to the balls—while her soft fingers stroked the spit slick shaft. Only a handshake passed for friction now: the table I'd licked clean. Her pink heat floated an inch above his meat, tight wet lips hovering but refusing to land just yet. Tease his greed a bit. Then—as if she'd suddenly pitied the bastard—she slammed down, burying him raw to the balls in one greased glide that forced a gutter moan out of them both. Her hips rolled smooth then nasty, grinding circles and popping back to feel the full stretch each bounce. Tyler finally noticed her little perky nips shaking inches from his tongue and latched onto one. No more clouds, no second thoughts. Just banging homework than heaven and Gabriela being bitchier fun than ever.