She pulled him down, wrapped her legs around his waist, and ground against him. Slick heat slid along his cock through the last of his clothes. Lancet hissed through his teeth and looked down when her hand found his waistband.
"These are in my way," she said, and stripped him. Then she pushed him onto his back.
She looked like she was going to kneel for a moment, the soft weight of her body shifting on the mattress, white hair cascading forward over one shoulder.
But then she draped herself fully over his thighs, the heavy, warm press of her round breasts flattening against the bare skin of his stomach and hips, nipples dragging slow and deliberate across him.
Her fingers closed around the thick, hard length of his cock like she was weighing it, testing the heat and weight of it in her palm, the skin there already flushed and slick.
Her tongue dragged up the full length of him in one long, wet stroke.
