She tore open a packet with her teeth and rolled the condom onto me with practiced ease, her movements efficient and confident. The latex was cool against my heated skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of her hands.
"Now, where were we?" She positioned herself above me again, her hips hovering just above mine. "Oh right. I was about to ride you into this mattress until neither of us can walk straight."
She sank down onto me in one smooth, practiced motion, taking me all the way to the hilt. The sensation was overwhelming, and we both gasped. Her inner walls were hot and tight around me, her body adjusting to accommodate my size.
"Fuck, you feel good," she breathed, starting to move with slow, rolling motions of her hips. Her hands braced against my chest for leverage. "Better than yesterday. Different."
