The air in the penthouse hung thick with the scent of sweat, roses, and raw sex. Amanda lay sprawled beneath me, panting, her body still trembling from the aftershocks of my mouth on her cunt.
Her eyes were glazed, unfocused, until I rolled onto my back and hauled her on top of me with a grunt. Her back slammed against my chest, knocking the air from her lungs in a startled gasp. I spread her thighs wide, hooking my arms under her knees and forcing them up and back, pinning her open, utterly exposed.
Her cunt hovered directly above my waiting mouth, pink, swollen, slick and gleaming under the low light.
Her head jerked sideways, eyes locking onto the rigid length of my cock jutting up towards her face.
"Holy Christ…"
