Dial-a-Date

Zazie Skymm lies across the sheets in nothing but a sheer slip, snapping pictures of her own breasts and thighs. Each click catches the soft curves and the slow lift of her hips. She hits send and the phone rings almost at once. Matt Bird walks in already hard. He pushes her back, spreads her open, and slides straight into that waiting heat. Zazie gasps, the stretch sudden and deep. She rocks her hips, taking every inch, her natural tits rising with each thrust. Her breath hitches when he angles deeper, driving the full length home. She moves to her knees, lips parting, and wraps them around him. Her tongue works the underside, saliva gleaming along the thick shaft, while one hand strokes what her mouth can’t cover. Matt’s hand stays in her blond hair, guiding the rhythm. The wet sounds of her sucking fill the quiet room. He pulls free, breathing ragged, and pushes her forward again. He drives in hard from behind, the slap of skin against skin sharp and steady. Zazie’s moans turn broken. The tension snaps; Matt pulls out and lets go across the small of her back, thick white ropes settling in warm lines along her skin. She stays still, feeling every drop.