In Too Deep

Henessy descends the stairs in sheer black lace. Thomas watches her hips roll, blood rushing south. She kneels without a word, takes him to the back of her throat, and works him with slow, wet pulls until every vein stands rigid. He bends her over the arm of the couch, spits once on her rim, and presses in. Her ass opens around him, gripping tight as he sinks to the balls. He fucks her in steady strokes, each one deeper, until his pace turns rough and her breath breaks into ragged moans. When he pulls out she drops to her knees again, lips parted, and catches every thick spurt across her tongue and tits.