Revenge

Kymberlie meets the new guy at the door. Her man handed over the address and told her it was an apology. She keeps the silk robe on, lets it slide off one shoulder while they talk. The stranger is Oliver Flynn. They don’t waste time on names. He reaches for her waist, and the robe falls open to show smooth skin and nothing else. She drops to her knees, pulls his cock free, wraps her lips around it, and sucks until spit trails down her chin. He lifts her onto the bed, spreads her ass, and presses his tongue over the tight hole. She pushes back, wanting more. When he lines up and pushes inside, she grabs the sheets and breathes hard. He fucks her ass in long, steady strokes, open and slick. She turns to taste herself on him again, mouth wet and greedy. He finishes deep, stays buried, and the warm spill leaks out when he pulls away. She smiles for the first time, already thinking about who to send the evidence to.