Legal Issues

She meets him at the door wearing nothing but an easy smile. He carries the papers like a shield, eyes hard as granite. Tori lets the silence stretch, then sinks to her knees. The zipper comes down slow. His cock springs free and she takes it in one smooth motion, tongue curling around every inch until his breath breaks. He drops the folder. Papers scatter across the floor while he pulls her up, bends her over the kitchen island, and eats her like a man starved of better arguments. Wet, open, she rocks back against his mouth until the only clause left is the one written by his tongue. When he finally sinks inside her, the negotiation ends. He fucks her deep and steady, her knuckles white on the marble edge. He pulls out at the last second and paints her face in thick, hot stripes. Both of them signed.