Rhythm and Passion

Verona Sky turns slowly, hips catching the light. The rhythm pulls her body into tight arcs. Kristof Cale watches from the sofa, jaw tense, eyes fixed on the slow roll of her hips. She catches his stare and grins, stepping closer. His hands find her waist, then slide lower. He spreads her cheeks and works his tongue over her tight hole until she gasps. Fingers follow, slick and insistent, opening her for him. He takes her ass in steady strokes that make the leather creak beneath them. Verona pushes back, moaning, taking every inch. When he finally pulls out, thick ropes paint her pretty face, dripping from her chin onto her bare breasts.