Erica straddles his hips again—knees sinking deep into the mattress on either side of him, thighs trembling with lingering aftershocks from her squirt. Her pussy hovers just above his cock—lips puffy and parted wide, entrance still flushed and dripping thick, warm trails of her cream mixed with the remnants of his earlier load. She reaches down with one oiled hand—fingers wrapping around his shaft—and guides the fat head to her entrance.
She lowers herself slowly.
The head parts her slick lips with a soft, wet schlick—sliding past the tight ring effortlessly thanks to the oil and her endless arousal. Her pussy swallows him inch by thick inch—warm, fluttering walls parting like silk, clenching greedily around every veiny ridge until her ass settles flush against his thighs with a muffled slap of oiled skin. She bottoms out deep—his cock buried to the hilt, head kissing her cervix in pulsing pressure—both of them groaning low and satisfied at the perfect, overwhelming fullness.
