Pussy Rubbing Cock: Stunning Must-Have Best Experience

So the pussy rubbing cock thing started as this lazy, tipsy Sunday afternoon where neither of us wanted to actually get up, and she was still in those thin cotton panties, the kind that go a little sheer when things get warm. I remember the weight of her thigh over mine first, then her fingers finding me through the fabric—slow, almost absent-minded strokes that had me half-hard before I even clocked what she was doing. She pulled me out and just held me, warm palm wrapped around the shaft, dragging her slick fingers along the length, circling the head with her thumb while she pressed her own hips into the mattress. The wet sound of it, that soft friction, made my stomach tighten. She kept this tiny rhythm going, rubbing me against her clit through the cotton until the fabric was soaked through, and I could feel her breath go shallow against my neck. When she finally peeled the panties off and turned around, backing onto me doggystyle, everything was slick and easy, and I lasted maybe a minute before burying my face in her shoulder and finishing with a low groan. We just lay there after, sweaty and quiet, her fingers still tracing lazy circles on my thigh.