International Relations: Part 2

Ashley sits on the edge of the desk, skirt already pushed up, bare ass on the wood. Christian’s hands rest on her knees, then slide higher, thumbs pressing soft circles into her thighs. She leans back on her elbows. He drops to the floor, breath warm between her legs. The zipper of his pants clicks open. He takes her hand and guides it to his balls, heavy and warm. Ashley cups them, rolls them slow, feeling the weight in her palm. Her tongue flicks out, tasting the skin, then she takes one into her mouth, sucking soft, steady. The suction makes his cock twitch against her cheek. She licks the other, traces every fold. Fingers stay busy, stroking the sac while her lips work. Christian’s hand finds her hair, holds her there. She keeps the rhythm easy, mouth full, tongue pressing flat. Every pull of her lips drags a quiet sound out of him. The clock on the wall ticks. Outside, traffic hums. Inside, only the wet sounds and the slow drag of breath. She doesn’t rush. Neither does he.