The dining room glowed with warm morning light, sunlight streaming through the big windows and painting everything gold. The long wooden table was cool under Elizabeth's bare thighs as she sat on the edge, legs spread wide, one silky thigh draped over my shoulder. Her nightgown was bunched uselessly around her waist, boobs naked and swaying with every shaky breath. The air smelled like coffee, warm wood, and her—sweet, heady, intoxicating.
"Ahmm… ahh…" Elizabeth moaned, head tipping back, blonde hair spilling over her shoulders like liquid sunlight.
I was on my knees between her legs, hands gripping her hips, face buried in her pussy. "Umph… aphmm…" I groaned against her, lips and tongue working slow and hungry kisses over her slick folds. She tasted like heaven—warm, sweet, a little salty—and I couldn't get enough.
