My Lucky Day

Haven knocks on the door with cash in hand. The debt keeps her coming back. Her boss opens, shirt loose, and the room smells like him already. She steps inside. The moment the money touches his palm he sets it aside and pulls her in. One kiss turns into another. He works her out of her clothes slow, the fabric scraping her skin until she stands bare under his hands. He turns her, palms her ass, and his fingers drift lower. One circles, then pushes. The tight ring gives, and he sinks inside her, slow enough she feels every knuckle. She breathes hard against the wall while he fingers her, stretching, opening. Blue eyes flutter shut when he adds another. She stays still. He works her until the heat pools low in her belly and she can’t keep her hips from moving back into his touch. He frees his cock and she sinks to her knees without being told. Her mouth takes him wet, tongue swirling, throat relaxing. He holds her hair, thrusting shallow, and the taste of him coats her tongue. He pulls free before he finishes and guides her up again. She leans over the table, legs spread, and he drives in deep, filling her cunt while his thumb stays buried in her ass. Every thrust rocks her forward. The stretch and pressure build until she’s shaking, coming hard around him. He pulls out at the last second, spins her back to face him, and strokes until thick ropes pulse across her tongue and lips. She swallows what she can, lips glossy, eyes watering, then licks the rest clean. The room stays quiet except for their breathing. He hands her the receipt like it’s nothing. She tucks it into her bag and leaves, already counting what she’ll owe next time.