Living Out My Fantasy

Izzy’s family pays the bills, keeps her phone on, and books her flights to festivals, but none of that stops her from wanting what she can’t have. This time the trip lands her in a house she knows well: her parents’ old friend Mick, and his wife who works long hours. Mick answers the door in a T-shirt and loose shorts, skin warm from the sun. Izzy feels it the moment their eyes meet. She strips down in the guest room, trims the dark hair between her legs just how she likes it, then walks to the kitchen with nothing but a thin towel around her body. Mick is rinsing dishes. She lets the towel slip. He freezes, water running over his hands. She steps closer, drops to her knees on the cool tile, takes him in her mouth slow and steady. His hand slides into her hair, hips easing forward. She pulls back, leads him to the couch, climbs on top, guides his cock between the soft lips of her bush and sinks down until every inch fills her. Her hips roll in tight circles, tits brushing his chest. Sweat beads on her lower back. She leans in, breathes against his ear, rides harder until his grip tightens on her thighs and his release spills deep inside her. She stays there, clenching around him, eyes half-closed, letting the feeling stretch out.