One Last Time

Stacy agreed to one last trip. She stripped slow in the hotel room, turned her back, and pushed a small plug into place. The toy filled her, stayed put while Christian pulled her hips down over his face. His tongue pressed warm and steady against her. She took him in her mouth, worked him deeper each time her lips slid forward. They stayed like that for a long minute, quiet except for the wet sound of each stroke. Then he turned her around. She straddled him again, this time facing the other way, kept the plug in, let him taste her while she sucked him. The stretch, the plug, the heat—it all ran together. She came first, thighs tight around his head. He held her hips until she stopped shaking. She slid off, faced him again, and took his cock straight from her ass to her mouth. No pause. She licked him clean, then pushed down until he hit the back of her throat. He gripped her hair and stayed still. She set the pace. When he was close she pulled off, let the string of spit stretch, and went back down. He came on her tongue. She swallowed, kept him in her mouth until he softened, then let him slip out. The plug stayed in until the end.