horny by nature

Stacy locked her door and tried to crack open the books. Law finals wait for no one, and Parker had left for the day, so it was finally quiet. Quiet lasted about five minutes. Her fingers slid under her skirt, parted her folds, and she was rubbing slow circles on her clit before she even thought about stopping herself. The door creaked. Parker stood there, eyes wide, cock already straining his jeans. Stacy froze for half a beat, then crooked a finger. "You gonna stare or help?" She dropped to her knees right on the rug, tugged his zipper down, and took him deep. Warm, hard, salty on her tongue. She worked him wet and sloppy, spit running down her chin, until he grabbed her hair and fucked her mouth in short, eager thrusts. Parker lifted her onto the bed, stripped off the rest of her clothes, and pushed inside in one smooth stroke. Missionary, legs hooked over his arms, every inch hitting home. She met him thrust for thrust, nails digging into his back, breath catching each time he bottomed out. When he pulled out, Stacy wrapped both hands around him and stroked fast, aiming him at her tits. Hot spurts painted her skin, dripping between her breasts while she grinned up at him like she’d won the argument.