Ivy Lebelle & Payton Preslee - Super Horny Fun Time

Lucy flopped onto my lap right as the movie hit pause. She ground her hips against mine, fabric sliding and catching, the couch squeaking every time. Her breath hit the side of my neck. The popcorn bowl tipped sideways, kernels everywhere. We both ignored it. I slipped two fingers past the waistband of her shorts and she opened her knees for me without thinking about it. Then she leaned in, caught my ear with her teeth and whispered what she’d like to see, which involved her hand, her mouth, and the table where the lamp still blinked. When she finally pulled my zipper down she used both hands like she meant business, and started to tug. No warning, just skin and heat and that sudden cool where the air touched. My shoulders smacked the cushion as I pushed back, breathing harder now, pulse slamming in my ears. Lucy made a small satisfied noise, then straddled me the rest of the way, thigh muscles tight around my hips, the couch groan turning into our rhythm. Light from the frozen screen shifted across us every couple seconds, headlights in sync, like the room itself was laughing at our timing. She grinned wide enough to break the moment and we kept moving anyway, popcorn crunching under our knees, somewhere between giggles and gasps.