In Good Hands

Henna Ssy lies naked on the table, her natural breasts pressed flat against the sheet. Vincent’s hands glide over her back, then drift lower, thumbs pressing firm circles into her ass. She shifts, breathing deeper, until his fingers graze the inside of her thigh and she can’t stay quiet. Turning over, she looks up at him, lips parted, and reaches for his belt. She frees him, takes him in her mouth, slow at first, then deeper, lips stretching around his length. He steadies her head as she works him farther down her throat, spit glistening on her chin. When his thighs tighten she pulls back just enough, tongue out, catching every hot pulse across her face and tits.