Sexy Personal Assistant Loves Anal

Mick comes home after the split. Janice has the apartment in order, the schedule printed, the fridge stocked. The list never ends, but tonight her hands shake. She waits in the black lace set she bought two weeks ago and never planned to show. Mick drops his keys, stops dead, then moves. No words yet, just the long, greedy stare that says the line they’ve drawn for years is gone. He pulls her in, palms sliding over the straps, down the curve of her ass until he feels the jeweled base nestled there. A low sound leaves him. His fingers test it, twist it, and Janice’s breath catches. He keeps her close, forehead to forehead, both of them breathing like they’ve run. When he bends her over the back of the leather couch, the plug comes out slow. He replaces it with his tongue first, then his cock, inch by careful inch, the stretch making her nails scrape leather. Mick grips her hips, stays deep, moves in the steady rhythm she’s always imagined. She reaches back, spreads herself wider for him. He fucks her until the tension breaks, until his mouth finds hers again, until he finishes across her tongue and she swallows every drop, eyes still locked on his.