The air in Sara's massive hall hung heavy, thick with heat and tension, the dim pink and yellow lights glowing soft from the chandelier above. I lay flat on my back on her huge bed, the pink sheets bunched up under me.
Sara straddled me high, her knees sinking deep into the mattress on either side of my face, her maroon one-piece hiked up messy around her hips, her bare thighs locking me in tight. The red belt she'd wrapped around my neck—soft, thin leather—pressed snug against my skin, her hand gripping it like a leash, tugging it light every time she moved.
"Ahh… yeahh… ahhh…" she moaned, her voice low and shaky, her head tilting back as she grabbed my hair with her free hand, her fingers tangling rough in it, pulling hard.
"Yeahh… like this… only… inside… ahh…" she gasped, her eyes fluttering shut, pleasure washing over her face, her dark hair spilling wild around her shoulders.
