Horny Day In

Casey skips work and stretches out by the pool with nothing on but a thin bikini and an appetite for sun. She brings Marcus breakfast anyway, toast, coffee, a little grin, hoping he’ll ditch his plans and rub oil on her back. He takes the plate, takes one look at her hard nipples under the fabric, and the toast stays cold on the table. Soon she’s on her knees, tits spilling free, sucking him off like she’s been waiting all morning. Marcus pulls her up, bends her over the counter, and drives into her with long, steady strokes that make her moan loud enough to scare the birds off the patio. They move through the house in a sweaty tangle—her riding him on the couch, him fucking her against the wall, every thrust punctuated by the wet slap of skin. When he’s ready he pulls out and paints her open mouth, thick ropes streaking her tongue and chin while she swallows what she can and smiles up at him like she got exactly what she wanted.