I Missed Your Cock

Dana snaps back at Dylan. Same tired fights, same old heat. Then the air shifts. She drops to her knees, pulls him out, and sinks her mouth down until her lips kiss the base. She gags once, twice, spit sliding down his length while her eyes water and her throat flutters around him. When she pulls off, her chin shines and strings of drool hang between them. She presses her full tits together and wraps them around his wet cock, stroking slow and tight, letting him feel their weight and heat. Dylan lifts her onto the couch, spreads her, and drives in deep. He knows her rhythm, the angle that makes her whimper, the hard, steady pace that leaves her shaking. Dana clings to him, greedy for every inch she hasn’t had since the divorce. He stays buried until the tension snaps and he pulls out, pushes the head past her lips, and fills her mouth with thick pulses. She swallows every drop, lips still wrapped around him, eyes half-lidded and satisfied.