After Party Consequences

Moka wakes with a head full of the night before. She knocked on Xander’s door, words thick from the drinks, and told him the truth. Now the sun’s up and she can’t look him in the eye. She says she’s sorry, that she was drunk, that she’ll go. He stops her. Tells her it wasn’t one-sided. The pause stretches. Her pulse knocks in her throat. She knows this crosses the line. Then her fingers find his belt anyway. She drops to her knees, big tits brushing the inside of his thighs. She takes his balls in her mouth, slow, warm, deliberate, tongue rolling while her hand strokes the heavy length above. He hardens quick, thick and straining. She sucks harder, cheeks hollowing, spit sliding down her chin. He pulls her up, spins her, and buries himself to the hilt in one thrust. She gasps. He fucks her deep, pace measured, her body rocking with every stroke. Every sound is wet, close, loud in the quiet room. She arches, meets him, rides the build, lets it roll through her until the edge takes her and she clamps around him. He follows right after, cock pulsing inside her, heat flooding her. They stay still, breathing hard, skin stuck together. She swallows, eyes half-lidded, wondering what comes next.