Let's Get It On

Baby Nicols walked in my room and the air changed. No small talk needed. I just put my mouth on her, tongue sliding over warm skin, tasting salt and sweetness, while her hands found every inch of me. We spoke fuck fluently that day. Her thighs locked around my hips, my cock buried deep and steady, hips rolling like the push-pull of tide. Every thrust had us grunting the same old song. Her tits bounced in my palms, nipples stiff against my tongue; her ass filled my hands as she rode me harder. I licked between her legs, lapped at her slick pussy, and she moaned something Spanish that sounded filthy and sweet. In Nicols Room the walls only knew one language—wet, raw, relentless.”