Seal The Deal

Azul blocks the door the night she finds out. No fight, just her hand flat on his chest. She names her price. Mick chooses the hole. She nods once, already reaching behind her to slip the plug out. He watches the ring flutter, then shuts. She turns, palms on the kitchen table, and takes him straight from ass to mouth when he slides free. Spit strings between her lips and the head of his cock, glossy under the low light. She swallows again, deeper, until her nose brushes his stomach. Mick grips the back of her head and feeds her the same length, wetter now, until tears sit in her lashes. He pulls out only when her throat tightens around him. Azul stands, walks him to the bedroom, and drops to her knees again on the carpet. Slow sucks this time. She drags her tongue along the underside, tasting herself, then wraps her tits around him while he fucks the soft valley. Every few strokes she leans in to lick the tip clean. Mick waits until the last second, then paints both breasts. Azul rubs the mess in slow circles, watching him watch her fingers. Nothing else needs saying.