Stolen Moments

The warehouse stays quiet when the city’s noise is locked out. Zenza presses Panther against the nearest wall, spreads her thighs, and drags his tongue through her bare, smooth cunt. She tastes warm and clean, already wet. She stays upright only long enough to push him back, kneel, and take his thick cock between her lips. Saliva glints each time she pulls off to breathe, then she sinks down again, cheeks hollowed, throat working. The air smells of dust and skin. When she stands, the moment stretches between them: the question and answer of bodies turning toward one another, ready.