Mission Accomplished

Tommy’s been watching Mick the whole week, waiting. Tonight the door’s unlocked and the bedroom light’s still on. She steps in wearing sheer black lace that clings to every curve, thong pulled tight between her cheeks. Mick glances up from the chair. He doesn’t speak, but the look on his face says he’s listening. She crosses the room slow. Knees the carpet. Fingers find his belt, tug it open. His cock is already half hard when she pulls him free. Tommy leans in, lips parting, tongue sliding along the underside, tasting warm skin. A soft groan slips out of Mick when she takes him deeper, saliva shining down his shaft. Her hand grips him at the base, stroking in rhythm with her mouth. Spit drips to her chin. Mick’s fingers slip into her hair, guiding her lower until her lips brush his balls. She breathes heavy through her nose, eyes half-closed, throat working around him. Tommy stands, turns, and bends at the waist, palms flat on the bed. The thong slips down one leg. Mick moves in behind her. His palm spreads over one round cheek, thumb tracing the cleft. Slick with her own spit, his finger circles her tight hole, pressing gently. Tommy pushes back, taking the first knuckle. She moans into the sheets as the digit slides in deeper. He works her open slow, finger pumping, then two. Her ass stretches around him, body rocking forward with every push. Tommy reaches back, spreads herself wider. Mick withdraws his fingers, brings them to her mouth. She sucks them clean without hesitation, tongue swirling over skin that tastes of both of them. Mick stands. Tommy stays bent, breathing hard, ready.