Huge Fan

Emelie walks into the house and stops short. Her roommate’s dad stands there. She knows that face from a thousand late-night watches. Christian Clay. She tries to breathe. He takes her hand, cool and easy, and she feels the heat rise anyway. He leads her into the living room. She drops to her knees without words, lips brushing his cock like a secret. The first taste is salt and heat, and she moans around it. Christian’s hand cups the back of her head, gentle but firm. She works him slow, then faster, spit shining down her chin. He turns her around, hands spreading her. Her body opens to him. He slides in, deep and steady, filling every inch. She pushes back against each thrust, breath hitching. He keeps the pace unhurried, almost lazy, letting her feel every slide. She ends up on top, riding him in long, rolling motions. Her hips circle, taking him deeper each time. When he pulls out she opens her mouth and lets him slide back in, warm and slick, tasting both of them. He holds her jaw, slow and deliberate, and she swallows what he gives her, eyes dark, mouth full.