Step By Step

Diana’s seen the man at the gym for weeks. A nod here, a word there, nothing heavy. She finally says it out loud. First time, and she wants it right. He listens, then he shows up at her place the same afternoon, no small talk. She’s already stretched and plugged when the door opens. He takes his time pulling the toy free, thumbs spreading her open, tongue sliding where the plug sat warm. She tastes herself on his cock when she drops to her knees, throat working deep until spit runs off her chin. He stands her up, turns her, and slides in slow, holding her hips steady so every inch sinks with control. When he’s all the way inside he stays there, breathing with her, letting the stretch settle. Then he moves—short strokes, then longer, the pace rising only when she pushes back for more. He fucks her ass until her legs shake, then he floods her. She keeps him in, comes around the mess, and he draws out just enough to feed the leak back into her mouth. She swallows without being told. The whole thing takes its time, nothing rushed, nothing left out.