Rim Me, Gape Me

Vanessa Sky shows up at her sister’s place with a bag and no boyfriend. The house is quiet except for the low throb of music from the back room. Kyle Mason sits on the couch, shoulders bare, feet planted wide. He watches her walk past in those soft shorts that ride high on a big, round ass. She feels the stare. She slows down. The first time happens on a Tuesday. Her sister’s at work. Kyle steps out of the shower, towel low. Vanessa stands in the hallway like she’s looking for something to drink. One look, and the towel hits the floor. She turns, palms flat on the wall, shorts peeled down. Kyle drops to his knees, spreads her open, and runs his tongue over the tight ring of muscle. Slow, wet circles. Her knees shake. He keeps at it until she pushes back against his mouth and begs without words. Later she rides him in the living room, facing away, big ass working in steady rolls. She leans forward, lets him watch the gape each time she lifts off. He fills her until it leaks down her thigh. She scoops it with two fingers and tastes it while he watches. When she sits back down, he’s still hard. She grinds until he comes again, deep, the mess warm inside her. She stays quiet when footsteps hit the porch. Kyle pulls out. She stays bent over the arm of the couch, breathing hard, cum sliding out of her in a slow, white line.