Double Life

Ana moves slow at first. She takes her time with his zipper, lets her fingers press through the denim like she already knows exactly what she’s about to feel. When she gets him out she sinks straight down, no hesitation, just warm mouth and wet tongue sliding all the way until her nose meets his stomach. Markus holds her there. He likes the way her throat works around him. She pulls off shiny and takes a breath, then does it again, deeper. Saliva strings from her lips when she comes up for air. He turns her around. Hands on her hips, he eases in. The stretch makes her fingers curl in the sheets. He pushes until he’s buried, then pulls out and feeds it straight back into her mouth. She moans around the taste of herself, licks him clean, then pushes her ass up for more. He doesn’t tease. He fucks her hard, steady, until her knees slide apart and her voice breaks. When he finally lets go she stays still, breathing through it, taking every pulse. Later she sits on the edge of the bed, wipes her mouth, pulls on her hoodie like nothing happened. The girl who leaves looks like any other student on her way to class.