Sugar Baby

Eveline gets treated. The villa sits above the sea, white walls and open doors. Christian waits on a terrace couch, legs spread, no shirt. She crosses the tile in a dress that barely stays on her shoulders. He pulls her into his lap and kisses her slow, hands sliding under the hem until the fabric rides all the way up. She grinds on him, wet through the thin lace, until he frees his cock and pushes the lace aside. She sinks down, takes every inch, rides him with her palms on his chest. He watches her ass bounce and grips the curve, guiding her deeper. After a while he lifts her, turns her, and she leans forward on her hands so he can slide back in. They move from couch to the edge of a sunlit daybed. He pulls out, drops to taste her, then stands again and presses back inside, driving harder. On her knees she takes him in her mouth straight from her ass, tongue working over every wet inch before he bends her once more. She stays low, back arched, and he fucks her until he pulls free and paints her ass in thick stripes. Sweat cools on her skin. The sun keeps climbing. She still has two weeks left in Greece.