I Only Gape For You

Elena walks in carrying one small bag and a secret. She stands there in the living room while he reads the note she wrote last night. He looks up once, then again. She doesn’t wait for the argument. She turns, lifts her dress, and shows him the base of the small plug already tucked inside her. That sight stops every word he was about to say. He gets up slow, steps behind her, palms the curve of her ass. The plug moves when he presses on it, and she feels her body answer. He works it out, sets it on the table, and slides two fingers where the plug was. She’s wet already, but the wettest part is lower. He uses that slick to wet his cock, lines up, and pushes in with one steady drive. She breathes through the stretch until he bottoms out, then starts rocking on him. He pulls free, feeds the head of his cock straight into her mouth, and she takes him deep. The taste of her ass is still on him. She sucks until he’s clean, then turns again, bending over the arm of the couch so he can take her back there. He sinks in and fucks her harder this time, one hand wrapped in her hair. Every few strokes he yanks out, brings his cock to her lips, lets her lick him clean, then fills her again. When he’s ready he pulls out, strokes once, and paints the inside of her open hole. The cum sits white against the pink, and she stays bent so he can look at it. She reaches back, spreads herself wider, letting every drop show. He watches until the last of it slips deeper, then brushes her hair off her neck and kisses the spot he just claimed.