Her hair fell around us in long lime curtains. It hung past her shoulder blades now that the tie was gone, far longer than anyone guessed from the ponytail, and the ends brushed my chest whenever she breathed. Up close her eyes were the same electric green as her hair, wet at the corners and glassy from the first orgasm.
She braced both palms on my scars and rose until only the tip stayed inside her. She held there to make me wait, and I learned exactly how closely she'd been watching every time I did the same thing to her.
Then she lowered herself all the way down, and her breath shuddered out once I was buried to the hilt.
She rode me just as she ran drills, brutal on pace and stingy on mercy. Her abs flexed in the lamplight on every roll of her hips. Her breasts swung above me and leaked onto my stomach, so I reached up to fill both hands and squeezed until milk ran over my knuckles and dripped onto my ribs.
\[Silver-tier target consumed for twenty-five points.\]
