Summer affair

He’s got the house, the car, the yard that rolls out under the sun like money on the grass. A black man who has everything except a warm body to use it with. That’s where Jasmyne comes in. She walks through the door in a little summer dress, blonde hair catching light, young tits straining the fabric. He pulls the straps down. They spill out, heavy and bare, and she drops straight to her knees without a word. Her mouth opens, takes him in deep, wet and hungry. The brunette girl next to her leans in, lips brushing the same thick shaft, trading him back and forth, tongues sliding over each other around his cock. Outside, the pool glistens. Inside, the only sound is the wet pull of their mouths and the low breath he lets out when he grips Jasmyne’s hair and pushes deeper. She takes it. Wants it. This is what the money buys. Not the house. Not the car. This. Two young mouths working him over until he decides how he wants to finish.