First In Eleven Years (R18)

Sarah's hand finally stilled on my cock. She sat back on my thighs, breathing a little harder, dark eyes locked on mine. The black lace panties were visibly damp now, the fabric clinging to the soft folds beneath. Her full breasts rose and fell with every breath, heavy and flushed, nipples still tight from my mouth and fingers.

She reached down and hooked her thumbs into the sides of the lace. Slowly, deliberately, she pushed the panties down over the generous curve of her hips.

I helped by lifting her slightly so she could work them past her thighs and kick them aside. The garter belt stayed. The thin black straps framed the soft, bare skin of her lower stomach and the neat, dark triangle of hair between her legs.

She was already glistening.

For a long moment she simply looked down at me, one hand braced on my chest, the other wrapping around my cock again to stroke it once, twice, coating me with the wetness that had gathered at the tip.