Lunchtime Fuck

David’s shoulders ached from shifting crates all morning. Then the door swung open and Addison stepped inside, takeout bag in one hand, mischief in her eyes. He didn’t waste words. The bag hit the floor, his mouth found hers, and before she could say hello he had her skirt bunched at her waist and his tongue between her thighs. She gripped the edge of a pallet, legs trembling, while he licked and sucked until her breath broke. When she came, he stood, unzipped, and fed his cock into her open mouth. Addison took him deep, eyes watering, saliva glistening down her chin. He pulled free just in time, painted her flushed face with thick ropes that dripped from her lashes to her lips. The warehouse still smelled of cardboard and dust, but David’s day had turned around completely.