"S-should we return to the couch?" Morvena asks, her face flushed deep red, her breath steaming out in hot bursts. I can feel her heart slamming in her chest, wild and fast, syncing with the pounding in mine.
"Nah," I growl, voice rough and thick. "Let's fuck right here." I drop to the floor hard, knees smacking down, ready for it.
Morvena scrambles after me, her hands trembling, eyes dark with need. That couch is too damn small for this shit—I'd just roll off, sweaty and tangled with her.
There's no point having sex there.
Plus, it's my favorite couch. I'm not letting our sloppy, dripping pussy juice ruin it.
Now we're level, both sprawled on the floor, staring each other down. Our eyes lock, burning with raw, filthy lust, like we're about to tear into each other. The air's heavy, practically choking me with it.
"S-should I begin?" Morvena chokes out, her voice cracking under the pressure.
I lean back and spread my legs wide, my soaked pussy on full display.
