Jia's Daydream

Jia slips away from the tight smiles and clinking glasses. In her daydream she meets Alberto by a carved bed, the air thick with linen and heat. She sinks to her knees and takes his cock in slow pulls, tasting salt and skin. Her tongue traces the length, lips dragging until they part around the head. He breathes hard above her. She drops lower to suck each ball into her mouth, rolling them gently, one at a time, feeling them draw tight under her tongue. Her own thighs press together, heat pooling there. They shift, and she turns, settling over his face while her mouth stays full of him. The flat of her tongue works the underside as her hips roll, his fingers spreading her cheeks. Her wet lips slide back down his shaft, spit trailing between them. When his fingers slip into her mouth to wet them, the same fingers soon press to her ass, easing her open. He lifts his hips, pushing deeper into her throat. She meets each thrust, nose pressed to his skin, the taste changing as she takes him straight from her own slick heat. Back and forth she rides the rhythm, mouth hot, breath short. Her tongue swirls over every inch, greedy for more, the daydream holding them both in place until nothing else exists.