The bedroom door slammed behind us with that raw, urgent thud that says we’d spent the entire day at war and the only thing left to do now was tear each other apart with kisses. Lily’s breath caught as she pinned me to the wall, her massive natural breasts heaving against my chest, nipples so hard they felt like molten bullets under her cotton tee. Make-up sex after our nastiest fight tasted different—it had the sharp tang of tears, the sweetness of apology, and the reckless heat of “don’t ever stop.”
She dragged my hand straight between her legs. No panties. Just a steaming, shaved cunt already dripping, her puffy clit pulsing like it had been waiting hours for this. “Feel how fucking soaked you make me, babe,” she hissed, guiding my middle finger past her slippery folds, then a second finger without asking. The wet squish when she clenched around me sounded obscene in the silence.
My cock throbbed against my jeans, begging. Lily dropped to her knees, yanking my zipper down like it offended her. My shaft sprang free, veins throbbing, pre-cum already leaking down the head. She moaned, long and low, the sound vibrating straight to my balls. She licked a slow, dirty stripe from base to tip, tongue swirling around the crown like she wanted to memorize every ridge. Then she took me deep, throat relaxed, lips stretched wide, cheeks hollowed out. The sloppy gagging noises made my hips jerk forward involuntarily, fucking her mouth, spit coating her chin in shimmering strands.
She came up gasping, mascara already streaked. “On the bed,” she commanded. The sight of her peeling the soaked t-shirt over her head turned me feral. Her big natural tits spilled free, heavy and swaying with every breath, nipples dark pink and straining. She climbed on top, knees straddling my hips, and rubbed the swollen head of my cock between her slippery lips before sinking down in one greedy thrust.
The instant her cunt swallowed me, we both cried out. Hot velvet walls gripped me like she’d been starving for weeks. Lily’s breasts bounced obscenely as she rode, sweat gathering in the deep valley between them, each slap of flesh against flesh louder, wetter, nastier than the last. She braced her hands on my chest, grinding down to grind her g-spot against my shaft, grinding my pubic bone against her clit until her thighs trembled.
“Look at them bounce,” she panted, cupping her own tits, squeezing until creamy drops leaked from her nipples. “Watch them while you fuck me like you’re punishing me for every word we screamed today.”
Need shot through me like lightning. In one fluid move, flipped her onto her back, spread her thighs wide, and drove back in at a brutal angle. Her walls fluttered and clenched around me, the wet sound of penetration echoing. Each thrust jostled those magnificent tits, making them slap against her chest. She clawed the sheets, back arching, gasping curses that grew sharper, higher.
“Right there, right there, fuck don’t stop,” she sobbed, eyes rolling back. Every plunge dragged the swollen head of my cock over her g-spot until she stiffened, thighs locking around my waist. A flood of hot liquid squirted around my shaft, drenching my balls, her cunt spasming so hard it milked me. The smell of her orgasm, of slick pussy and sweat, filled the room in an intoxicating cloud.
Lily’s body still shuddering beneath me, she reached between us, circling her clit in small, desperate circles. “One more,” she begged. “Make me come until the sheets are ruined.”
My rhythm turned savage, hips snapping, tits bouncing wildly, skin slapping, her nipples grazing my chest every time she bucked. Each filthy smack of impact sent shockwaves through her body until another deep, pulsing squirt drenched us both.
The second her walls clamped around me in that final, violent tremor, my own release detonated. Thick ropes of cum spurted inside her, painting her walls white, mixing with her juices until they leaked down my thighs. She kept riding, milking every drop, breasts still swaying hypnotically until the last shiver faded.
Chest heaving, she collapsed against me, sticky skin sliding slick. Her lips brushed my ear, voice raw from screaming: “Apology accepted.”
