Full Service

Anastasia walks into the room already undressed from the waist down. Her skin is warm and her face has that look she gets when she knows exactly what she wants. Christian watches her cross the room. He stays seated while she kneels between his legs and takes him into her mouth. She works slow, wet, eyes half-closed. He tilts his head back, breathes through his teeth. When she pulls away the strand of spit between her lips and his cock hangs for a second before it breaks. She turns and leans over the arm of the couch, palms flat. He moves behind her, presses his hand to the small of her back, and slides into her ass without asking if she’s ready. He doesn’t need to. She pushes back until he’s all the way in, then rocks forward and back, slow at first, then faster. They settle into a steady rhythm. When he pulls out she turns, takes him straight into her mouth again, tastes herself on him, keeps going until his hips jerk and he spills down her throat. She swallows every drop, keeps him in her mouth until he softens, then lets him go with a quiet sound.