Apres Ski

Liya leads Alberto up from the slope. Snow clings to her ski pants, then she peels them down inside the cabin. Alberto’s cock is already hard against his thermals. She takes it in her hand, warm skin meeting chilled fingers, and strokes once, slow. He pulls her top off next, her big tits bounce free, nipples stiff from the cold. She drops to her knees, breath fogging the air, and takes him deep in one smooth slide. Every inch disappears past her lips, saliva shining along his shaft when she pulls back to breathe. He reaches down, fingers sliding between her legs to find her already wet. She stands, turns, palms flat on the wooden bench. Alberto spits on her ass and works two fingers inside her. She pushes back, greedy. He lines up, pushes in, fucks her ass in steady, measured strokes. When he pulls out she spins around, sinks back to her knees, and sucks him clean, tasting herself on every inch. She keeps going until he groans and comes across her tongue, her lips still wrapped tight around him. She swallows, wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, and smiles like she just taught him something new.