**Title: *Leggings and Lip Lock***

I’d been friends with Lisa for years, but lately, something had shifted between us. We’d always flirted, but tonight, after a few too many drinks at the bar, we ended up back at my place, laughing on my bed like it was the most natural thing in the world. She was wearing those tight black leggings that hugged every curve of her ass, driving me crazy all night.

We were lying side by side, her legs brushing against mine, the air thick with tension. Then she turned toward me, her dark eyes locked onto mine, and suddenly, I couldn’t take it anymore.

I reached out, cupping her face in my hands, and pressed my lips against hers. She melted into the kiss instantly, her mouth opening under mine, her tongue sliding against my own. Her hands fisted in my shirt, pulling me closer, until our bodies were flush together. I could feel the heat of her through those damn leggings, the way her thighs squeezed around my hip as she arched against me.

Breaking the kiss just long enough to breathe, I groaned, “Fuck, Lisa,” before diving back in. My hands slid down her sides, tracing the curve of her waist before gripping her ass through the slick fabric of her leggings. She gasped, grinding against me, and I could already feel how wet she was.

“Take these off,” I growled against her lips, tugging at the waistband. She lifted her hips, helping me peel the leggings down her legs, and fuck—she wasn’t wearing panties. Her pussy was bare, already glistening, her folds swollen and pink.

I didn’t waste time. My fingers slid between her thighs, rubbing slow circles over her clit while we kissed, her moans vibrating against my tongue. She was so wet, my fingers slipping easily through her folds before I pushed two inside her. She gasped, breaking the kiss to throw her head back, her back arching off the bed.

“God, yes,” she whimpered, hips rolling against my hand. I curled my fingers inside her, relishing how tight she clenched around me. My cock throbbed in my pants, begging for attention, but I was too focused on making her come first.

Lisa’s hands clawed at my chest, dragging my shirt up until I had to pull away long enough to yank it off. Then her mouth was back on mine, hungry and demanding, her teeth nipping my bottom lip as I fucked her with my fingers.

“I need you inside me,” she panted against my lips.

I didn’t need to be told twice. Shoving my jeans down just enough to free my cock, I lined myself up with her soaked pussy and pushed inside in one slow, deep thrust.

“Fuck,” we both groaned in unison.

Lisa wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper as I started to move, our mouths crashing together again. The wet, filthy sounds of our fucking filled the room, her cunt gripping me tight with every thrust.

I kissed down her neck, sucking marks into her skin while her nails dug into my back. She was close—I could feel it in the way her body tensed, her breath coming in ragged pants.

“Come on,” I murmured against her lips. “Come for me.”

Her thighs trembled around me as she shattered, her pussy clenching around my cock in waves. The sensation pushed me over the edge, and with one last deep thrust, I buried myself inside her, groaning into her mouth as I filled her.

We stayed like that for a moment, lips still brushing, both of us breathing hard.

“Guess we’re not just friends anymore,” she teased, grinning against my mouth.

I smirked, kissing her again. “Best fucking decision ever.”