Before and After

Work piled on until the walls pressed in. Gianna slipped into Oliver’s place after another late night and pulled off her blouse without a word. She stepped close, kissed him once, and let her bare skin do the talking. He took her tits in his hands, thumbs circling until her nipples stood tight. She dropped to her knees, opened his belt, and fed his cock into her mouth in one slow slide. Oliver groaned, hips moving, and her throat took every inch without flinching. She pulled back for air only to sink down again, spit running down her chin, eyes wet and hungry. He lifted her onto the couch, turned her over, and pressed inside her from behind. Her back arched, head down, fingers gripping the cushion while he drove deep. Each stroke spread her open, leaving her hole loose and shining. He pulled out, spread her cheeks, and stared at the gape he’d made before driving back in. When he was close she spun around, knelt, and opened wide. He came across her tongue and her lashes in thick ropes. She swallowed what she could, wiped the rest with her fingers, and licked them clean. The room stayed quiet except for their breathing.