Heating Things Up

Jessica Ryan keeps the red dress on just long enough to feel the fabric pull across her breasts. She turns, bends, lets the hem ride up until Mick Blue’s hands find her. He moves slow, kneading her ass until her breath starts to catch. One finger slides lower, circles, then presses in; she pushes back, opening for him. When that finger slips free she takes it straight into her mouth, tastes herself, then drops to her knees. His cock is already hard. She licks the head, drags her tongue down the shaft, then draws each heavy ball between her lips and sucks until he grunts. Spit runs down her chin as she works back up, swallowing him deeper. The dress stays hiked around her waist while he reaches for her again, two fingers now, sliding in and out in a steady rhythm. She moans around his cock, eyes wet, working her throat until her nose presses his belly. Every wet sound fills the room—her sucking, his breathing, the soft slap of skin. She pulls off just long enough to kiss the tip, then takes him again, letting him push past her tongue. The heat builds in her chest, spreads low, settles between her thighs. She stays on her knees, hungry and patient, letting the slow burn catch and hold.