Anal Therapy

Jennifer shows up at the bar for the bachelorette party and spots her client right away. The air changes the second they lock eyes. He comes over slow, like he’s been waiting for this. She feels the pulse in her throat, the small knot between her legs. They talk, but the words barely matter. When they leave together, it’s just past last call. In the hotel room the lights stay low. She drops to her knees, takes his cock in her mouth, tasting the salt on her tongue. He pushes her hair back so he can watch her throat work. When he’s hard and slick, she climbs over him, sinks down onto his cock, her big ass spreading open each time she drops. The slap of skin fills the room. She rides him steady, breath catching, then turns so her back faces him, riding deeper, feeling the stretch. His hands grip her hips, guiding the rhythm until she pulls off, drops to her mouth again, tasting herself on him. He pushes back in. Her lips stay tight. The night drags out in a slow rhythm, each thrust and lick stretched long, nothing left to hide.