Squeezing It In

Leah Lee knows her parents will be back soon, yet she is still bent over the couch with Oliver Flynn behind her. She lets him spread her ass and work his cock into the one hole she swore she would save for later. He moves slow, then sinks deeper, and Leah presses her face into a cushion so the moan stays inside. She has been drinking all night; the room smells like sweat and cheap perfume. Each time he pulls out she turns her head and takes him straight into her mouth, cleaning the taste from him before he pushes back in. Her tongue swirls over the head, then lower, down to his balls. She sucks one, then the other, while her hand keeps his shaft wet. The stretch keeps coming, hard and steady, until her knees shake. Oliver grips her hips and drives forward again, sliding all the way in, and Leah bites her lip to keep from crying out. She works her mouth on him whenever he offers it, hungry for every inch, tasting herself each time. The risk of the door opening hangs in the air, but she does not stop. She pushes back, takes more, and lets the night slip away one deep thrust at a time.