The Deep End

Ally Breelsen cuts through the water in clean strokes, body tight and wet. She catches his stare and doesn’t look away. The Jacuzzi bubbles around them when she climbs in, knees brushing his. Her hand slides under the surface, finds him already hard, and works him slow beneath the foam. He leans back, mouth open. She strokes until his hips lift, then she rises, water running off her skin. Poolside, heat still clings to them. She drops to her knees, takes him in her mouth, cheeks hollowed. Spit glistens on her chin. One hand pumps the base while her tongue traces every ridge. When he groans she stands, bends over the edge, legs spread. He pushes inside in one stroke. She meets him, knuckles white on the tile. He pulls out just before he comes, painting her lips and cheeks in thick ropes. Ally licks what she can reach, eyes half-closed, skin shining with cum.