Joanna's Booty

That afternoon I was fucking wired and sprawled on the couch, slick fingers working my pussy, but it wasn’t enough. Dick no deeper than an inch or two, I grabbed my phone and rang my friend Pete. “Need your cock. Now.” Ten minutes later he strolled in, shorts already tenting. Didn’t say much—just yanked my legs apart and pushed in smooth and hard. No warm-up, just that thick, hot slide till he bottomed out against my cervix. I locked my ankles behind his back while he hammered away, balls slapping skin, couch creaking like hell. Every thrust knocked a whimper out of me. He chuckled, cocky as ever, gripped my hips and drilled deeper, praising my cunt in a gruff half-whisper, telling me how wet and greedy it felt. Pete finished loud, grunted deep and poured hot cum right against my womb. When he pulled out, a pearl of it slid down my thigh and I dragged a finger through it, smug. Damn good friends are priceless.