Lasting Impression

Christian catches her staring again. He sits still, lets her come closer until her knees touch the edge of the couch. She slides onto his lap like she owns it. Her string bikini bottoms cut high. The thin fabric rides up when she grinds down, settling her ass right over the hard line in his pants. He doesn’t stop her. He peels the tiny top aside, takes one small breast in his palm, thumb circling until the nipple tightens. Stefany tilts her head back, breath short, and reaches down to free his cock. She strokes once, twice, then sinks to her knees between his legs. Her mouth takes him slowly, deeper each time, lips stretching until her nose meets his skin. Christian grips her hair, holds her there, feels her throat work around the head. Spit runs down his shaft when she pulls off. She turns around without asking, bends forward, pulls the string aside. He watches her ass spread for him, then pushes in, slow, inch by inch, until his balls rest against her. Every stroke pulls a low sound from her chest. He pulls out wet, feeds it straight into her mouth again, then back inside. They keep that rhythm until he stays deep and comes, pulses thick and hot. She stays put, letting it leak, then turns to lick him clean, tongue working slow, careful, until nothing’s left.