Rooftop Fun

Victor lay spread-eagle on the blistering rooftop when Doris padded over barefoot, sunlight hitting her slim bare curves like she wanted to catch fire too. Her nipples tightened the second cool air kissed them. She planted her soft soles right in front of him, toes curling against the scorching asphalt, every inch of skin calling louder than the noon heat. Then she swung one long leg over his hips, lowered her hot, glistening slit onto his shaft, and started rocking. Her wetness soaked his stomach in two strokes, slick sounds mixing with the slap of skin on skin while she rode him like the sun might watch. She threw her head back, panting out a little laugh, and ground harder, smiling down at him with mischief in her eyes that said she wasn’t stopping till both of them were baked and boneless.