Fulfilling Prophecy

Anna stretches face-down on the massage table, oil glossing the curve of her ass. Mick’s hands work slow circles, thumbs sinking deep until they part her cheeks and his mouth replaces them. He licks once, twice, then drives his tongue inside. Her breath hitches. She reaches back, finds him hard, guides his cock straight from her mouth to her ass in one slick glide. He thrusts steady, lets her ride the stretch. When he slips free, she twists around and takes him between her lips, tasting herself on every inch. Balls tight, she sucks each one, tongue warm and thorough. Mick groans, pulls her up, pushes back in. Skin slaps. Heat coils. He finishes in her mouth, thick pulses she swallows without waste. She licks the last drop from the head, eyes half-lidded. The cards said change. They never said it would taste like this.