Hurry Home

Kendra sits at home, bored with her boyfriend. They’ve fucked before. Not in her ass. Not yet. She pulls her phone out, points the camera at her bare skin, and films herself. Slow circles of her hand across her ass. She spreads herself, shows him what he could take if he left work now. She sends the clip, waits, sends another—two fingers sliding between her cheeks, just a hint of pressure. Another video follows: she sucks two fingers, then presses them inside, slow and steady, letting the lens linger on the stretch. Markus is still at work when the last one hits his screen. He stops pretending he can finish the day. He drives straight to her. When he opens the door she is already there in nothing but a thin robe that hangs open. He grabs her hips, spins her, and drops to his knees. His tongue finds her first—wet, insistent—while his fingers follow. He works one inside, then two, stretching her open. Kendra pushes back against him, hungry. He stands, frees his cock, and presses the head to her hole. She reaches back, spreads herself wider. He sinks in, inch by inch, until his hips meet her ass. She moans, low and filthy. He fucks her deep, pulls out, feeds his cock straight into her mouth. She sucks him clean, tasting herself, then drops lower to take his balls between her lips. He groans, pulls her up again, bends her over the nearest surface. One finger slips back inside while he fucks her, curling, stroking. She comes shaking, and he follows—pulling free at the last second so she can swallow every drop he gives her.