Fine and Mine

Leanne Lace perches on a stool, phone glowing in her hand, lips parted just slightly while her thumbs tap. Toby watches her from across the room, then moves in without asking. He takes her face in both hands and kisses her like he owns the right. The phone slips to the floor. She moans into his mouth, legs parting as he steps between them. He palms one of her soft breasts through her shirt, thumb circling the nipple until it stiffens. Leanne reaches down, finds him already hard, and gives him a slow stroke through his jeans. She drops to her knees right there on the kitchen tile. Her fingers work his belt open, cock springing free, and she takes him straight into her mouth. No teasing—her head bobs, lips stretched wide, saliva already shining on his shaft. Toby gathers her hair, guiding her deeper until her nose presses to his skin and her throat flutters around him. She pulls back only to spit on the head, then swallows him again, deeper, faster. He lets her work until the pressure builds too tight, then pulls her up, bends her over the stool, and finishes across her parted lips and flushed cheeks, thick ropes landing on her skin while she licks what she can reach.