I pulled out of her, then hooked an arm around her waist and started walking us backward toward the bed while still holding her against me. Ivy was forced to shuffle along with me, facing the door the whole time.
When the back of my legs hit the mattress I sat down and pulled her with me. She landed on top of me with a small bounce.
"I could've fallen, you idiot," she muttered.
"Come on. Stick it back inside."
"You're impossible…"
"That I am."
From this angle I had a perfect view of her back. Ivy lifted her hips, reached down between us, grabbed my cock, and guided it back into her wet pussy. She sank down onto me with a soft, shaky breath, her tight heat slowly swallowing every thick inch until she was fully seated on my lap.
"Damn… so veiny," she whispered, rocking her hips in a slow circle. "And you're throbbing like crazy, dude. You really love fucking me behind Mom's back, don't you?"
"Yeah. Well, guilty."
