I Could Do You, If You do Me??

Liora binges some dumb horror flick and suddenly needs a bed buddy. She busts into Ethan’s room, wide-eyed. He tries to wave her off, but she hits him with the classic - grownups get scared too. Fine. She crawls in next to him like it’s no big deal. Habit kicks in. Liora needs her nightly finger session before she can sleep, so she sneaks a hand under the covers. Ethan catches every slick little sound. She grins, guilty but not really. “Trade you?” she whispers. He scratches her back, she scratches his. They both pause a beat, then nod like it’s the smartest dumb idea they ever had. They shove hands down each other’s underwear and stroke, breathing the same hot air, but Liora’s greedy. She blurts that she’d rather have his cock in her mouth. Ethan doesn’t argue; he pushes the blanket off. She dives, lips stretching around his shaft, sucking like she’s making up for every off-limits fantasy they both pretended not to have. Wet and aching, she climbs on, drags the fat head between her slick folds, then sinks. Her tight, shaved pussy swallows inch after thick inch until her hips rest flush against him. She rides hard, coming fast and loud, back arching, walls fluttering. Ethan grabs her waist, flips her, drills from behind, then missionary, then pins her knees to her chest, pounding that little hole until she can barely talk. Every thrust drags another strangled moan out of her. When he’s ready, he pulls free and pumps rope after rope across her flushed face: sticky streaks landing on cheeks, tongue, eyelashes. Liora licks her lips, satisfied, finally ready to close her eyes. They flop side-by-side, messy and drained, ready to sleep like champs.