High End

Cherry stretches on the hot sand, her tiny string bikini cutting into tanned skin. She knows the shift at the high-end golf club starts soon, but the sun feels too good to leave just yet. Later, inside the private lounge, she catches Alberto’s eye while clearing his table. No one’s supposed to flirt on the clock, yet the quiet nod he gives her feels like a green light. Hours later the door to the members’ suite clicks shut behind them. Alberto sits, cock already hard, and Cherry drops to her knees. She takes him deep, slow, tasting salt and skin. When he pulls her up she climbs on top, sinks down, rides him in a steady roll of hips. Bush brushing trimmed hair, each slide coats him slicker. He flips her, presses her knees back, pushes inside her ass with the same patient pace. Every thrust pulls a soft grunt from her throat. She grips his thighs, breath catching, until he slips free and she wraps her lips around him again, sucking him clean. He comes across her tongue, thick and warm, and she swallows without hurry, eyes half-lidded. The room smells of sweat, sunscreen, and sex. Outside, the club hums on like nothing happened.