Special Gift

Isabella moves through the apartment. She sets the table, lights the candles, then steps into the bathroom to finish dressing. The black dress clings to her hips. Under it she wears nothing. She studies her body in the mirror, turns, and parts her ass cheeks to check the black plug already seated inside. The fit is snug. She presses two fingers around the base, feels the weight of it, then lets the dress fall back into place. She opens the door for him. Ralf steps inside, hands busy with the wine. She kisses him hard, lets her tongue meet his, then drops to her knees before he can speak. She works his belt open, takes him into her mouth, slow and wet. Saliva runs down his shaft and drips onto her chin. She works him deeper, breathing through her nose, then pulls back and looks up. The plug shifts inside her every time she moves her hips against her own heel. He lifts her onto the edge of the table. The dress rides up. He pulls the plug free, sets it aside, and presses his cock against the same stretched opening. She nods once. He sinks in. The first thrust knocks a soft sound out of her. He moves steady, deep, then faster. When he pulls out she takes him straight into her mouth again, tasting herself on him, lips stretched tight around the head. He holds her head and feeds her more until she gags, then lets her breathe. She turns, braces her palms on the table, and pushes back onto him until the whole length disappears. The pace stays deliberate. She keeps her eyes on his, mouth open, breathing hard. When he finishes she swallows, wipes her lips with the back of her hand, and stays exactly where she is, dress still pushed up, plug resting beside the empty plate.