A Cup Of Sugar

Alexa Flexy answers her door in a tiny white tank and nothing else. Her neighbor leans against the frame, empty cup in hand. He steps inside without waiting. Her tits press against the cotton, nipples already hard. He sets the cup on the counter, grabs her hips, spins her around. She braces on the marble while he peels the top up and off. Her breasts spill out, full and heavy. He palms both, rolls the nipples, then sinks to his knees. His tongue finds her asshole first, warm and wet, working circles until she pushes back. Two fingers follow, sliding in knuckle-deep. She moans, low and throaty, as he pumps them slow. He stands, frees his cock, and presses the head right where his fingers just were. She arches, takes him in one smooth stroke, her tight ring gripping every inch. He fucks her steady, one hand on her hip, the other reaching around to pinch a nipple. She reaches down, rubs her clit, and comes hard, her ass clenching around him. He pulls out, she drops to her knees, wraps her lips around his cock, sucks him clean until he spills down her throat. She swallows every drop, then licks her lips like she just tasted something sweeter than sugar.