Before You Go Out

Veronica Leal has her heels on and her dress half-zipped when Raul Costa stops her at the door. He doesn’t like the way the fabric clings to her curves, how every sway of her hips promises something he wants to claim first. One tug and the dress slides down. No bra, just those soft natural tits meeting cool air and his hungry mouth. He bends her over the hallway table, yanks the thin thong aside, and presses two slick fingers into her ass. Veronica gasps, then pushes back, greedy for more. His fingers work her open while her own hand slips between her thighs, rubbing tight circles over her clit until she’s dripping down her legs. When he finally sinks his cock inside, she takes every inch with a low moan, red hair falling forward, body rocking to meet each thrust. The night out can wait. Right now she’s too busy coming around him, ass clenching, slick running down her thighs, begging for him to fill her before she even thinks about leaving.