Every time I pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in, a loud, wet squelch filled the air between us. She was soaked, dripping down my shaft, coating my balls, leaving shiny trails along her inner thighs. The sound was filthy and constant.
"Jesus… listen to that," I groaned against her mouth, thrusting harder just to hear it again. "You're so fucking wet it's ridiculous. Every stroke sounds like I'm stirring something. This pussy is dripping all over me."
"That's what you do to me," she panted, heels digging into my lower back to pull me deeper. "You always make me this wet. Even back then… just thinking about you was enough. Now that you're actually inside me it's so much worse."
I spanked one side of her ass hard enough to leave a mark and gripped both cheeks, using them for leverage as I fucked up into her with short, powerful strokes. The glass behind her fogged with every heavy breath. Neon lights from the city below painted faint colors across her skin and mine.
