Catching Vibes

Ailee Anne was restless until Mick Blue touched her. He read her body like a secret. One slow press of his palm on her ass and her spine curved. He didn’t rush. He let the heat build, thumb slipping between her cheeks, pressing, circling, until the tight ring softened and he eased a finger inside. She felt every knuckle. A second finger followed, working her open in the same easy rhythm that made her push back, hungry for more. Mick pulled his fingers free, fed them to her mouth, and she sucked them clean without thinking. The taste of herself on his skin tightened something low in her belly. She dropped, took his balls first, soft and heavy on her tongue, rolling each one with wet heat before she slid up and swallowed his cock. Spit ran down her chin; she didn’t wipe it. He let her set the pace for a while, then eased her mouth off, turned her, and slid back into her ass with his tongue this time—slow, obscene, almost sweet. When his cock replaced it, the stretch burned just right. He rocked into her, fingers gripping her hips, until every stroke felt like it started at her spine. She came with his thumb still rubbing her clit and his mouth on the back of her neck, whispering how tight she still was around him.