Obsessed

She knocks once. Markus answers. No small talk. Gia turns around, slides her shorts down, and shows him the plug already seated between her cheeks. He doesn’t ask twice. Two fingers grip the base, twist, and ease it free. Her hole winks, shiny with lube. He leans in and drags his tongue over the rim, slow circles, then a flat press that makes her knees dip. She pushes back against his mouth until spit runs down the crease. When he stands, cock thick and already leaking, she opens her stance wider. He lines up, rubs the head against the slick pucker, then presses in. One slow push and he’s buried. Her breath hitches. He starts deep and steady, hips rolling, each stroke slick from spit and lube. She reaches back, grabs her cheek, spreads herself so he can watch every inch sink home. He pulls out, turns her, and feeds the cock straight into her mouth. She sucks without hesitation, tongue working the underside, tasting herself. Spit strings between lips and shaft when he takes it away. He spins her again, bends her, and sinks back into her ass, balls tight against her skin. He fucks harder now, skin slapping, until his rhythm breaks and he yanks free. She drops to her knees, mouth open, eyes locked on the head. Hot ropes stripe her cheek, her tongue, the corner of her eye. She blinks it away, licks her lip, smiles.