Whoever Blinks First

Tori sits across from him, legs loose, eyes steady. She knows how far she’ll go before she thinks twice. He leans in, hands already on her thighs, and starts slow. Her skirt rides up, no hesitation. He pulls it off in one motion. She parts her knees on purpose. He slides down and licks her right where she’s slick and warm, tongue flat, then pointed, working in steady circles until her hips twitch against his mouth. He keeps at it, long slow strokes that make her thighs tremble, until her breath catches and her fingers knot in his hair. Tori takes over. She drops to her knees, opens his belt, frees him. She wraps her lips around the head, tongue tracing the underside, then takes him deeper until her nose presses to his skin. Spit runs down her chin. She pulls off, looks up, strokes him wet, then leans forward again, sucking hard. He pulls her up, spins her around, bends her over the couch. His cock slides between her cheeks first, teasing the tight hole, then pushes in. She gasps but pushes back, taking him all the way. He fucks her slow at first, then harder, her ass bouncing, his hand gripping her hip. He pulls out, turns her, and she opens her mouth right away. He feeds his cock between her lips again, slick with both of them. She sucks him clean, eyes half-lidded, then turns back around without a word. He slides into her ass a second time, deeper now, strokes longer. She reaches back, spreads herself for him. Every thrust lands heavy. Sweat beads on her spine. He fucks her until her legs shake, until the rhythm breaks into short, sharp thrusts, until he’s right at the edge. She turns her head, mouth open. He pulls out, pushes between her lips again, and finishes on her tongue. She swallows, slow, then looks up at him, still breathing hard. Neither of them blinks first.