Boss's Orders

Jaylah waits on the couch in a black dress that barely covers the curve of her ass. Alberto stands over her, his cock already thick against his trousers. She peels the dress down, reaches back, and works the shiny plug from her rim. When the metal leaves her she opens wider, already slick. He frees himself, feeds the head into her mouth. She takes him deep, spit running down her chin, eyes on his the whole time. He holds her hair, fucks her throat slow until she gags and grins. She turns, plants both palms on the cushions. He pushes in bare, balls-deep in one thrust. Each stroke lands hard, hips slapping skin. She reaches back, spreads herself so he can watch her stretched around him. He pulls out, wipes his shaft across her tongue. She sucks him clean, tongue working the underside. He pushes back inside, fucks her faster, palm spread between her shoulder blades. She arches, takes every inch. When he’s close she drops to her knees again. He strokes once, twice, and spills across her tongue. She holds it, lips parted, letting the load sit on her taste buds before she swallows, throat working in the low light.