Using Sophia's Holes

Sophia walks in and the red hair hits first. Fiery, shoulder-length, bouncing while she sizes me up like she’s already won. I barely get my zipper down before she’s on her knees, mouth open, eyes shining. She swallows me whole, humming around the head, drooling down the shaft like she needs every inch. The sound is wet, shameless, every slurp punctuated by a little groan. By the time she pulls off for air her thighs are slick and her panties are basically useless. She peels them aside, climbs on, and sinks onto me in one smooth glide, hot and tight and soaked to the brim. She rides hard, rolling her hips, clenching like she’s daring me to come first. I grab her ass and slam up, hitting that sweet spot until her legs shake. When I finally blow she takes every pulse, rocking slow, milking every last spurt like it’s prize money. She stands a little wobbly, red hair a mess, pussy glistening, cum already slipping down one thigh, and shoots me the sauciest little wink. Yeah. She earned it.