I lit a cigarette as we both lay naked in her bed, our legs still intertwined. Spent .
I knew she had a boyfriend. And she knew I had a boyfriend too. That might have been what made it even hotter.
“You’re the first girl I’ve been with who knows how to scissor,” she said, chuckling.
“It’s an art,” I replied. “I’ve studied a lot of porn.”
“Well, I love your artwork, and I’ll be the canvas any day,” she replied as she took the cigarette out of my hand, and thrust her face into mind and kissed me so hard she took my breath away.
As she leaned over, I felt her pussy, which was still soaked from cumming, rub against my thigh. Mine was still wet too, so as we made out like a couple of high schoolers, I shifted my body so that both of our wet pussies touched each other again. She was back on top of me, clit to clit, and my entire body got chills again.
She hastily jumped off of me, with a menacing grin and took a drag of the cigarette.