The Extra Mile 2

Hazel came for the job, but the second she bent over the desk, the air changed. Mick’s hand settled on her hip like it belonged there, and she didn’t move away. Fingers slid under her skirt, found bare skin, and the tease turned into a slow grip that pulled her back against him. She spread a little wider. He dropped to his knees, tongue working her open, tracing every fold before he stood again and pressed the head of his cock right where his mouth had been. Hazel stayed still, breath caught, until he pushed in. One steady thrust and he was buried. He took his time pulling out, let her taste herself on him, then fed it back between her lips. Hazel sucked him clean, tongue circling, then dipped lower and drew each of his balls into her warm mouth, one at a time, gentle pulls that made his hand tighten in her hair. When he slid back into her ass she moaned around the next stroke, the rhythm building slow and deliberate. She kept her lips parted for him every time he pulled free, taking him straight from her ass to her mouth without hesitation. The desk creaked under them. Sweat gathered at the small of her back. Mick held her steady, hips snapping harder now, until he spilled deep and she swallowed every drop he gave her after.