Beat It

Lilly watches David’s hands. The sticks crack against the snare and she feels it in her cunt. Every tight hit, every lazy roll makes her stomach clench. David catches her staring. He smiles without looking up, then lays the sticks down and turns toward her. She’s already on her knees. He steps in, opens his jeans, and feeds her the length of his cock in one slow push. Lilly takes it all, throat working, spit shining her chin. David holds her head, sets the pace, fucks her mouth with the same control he keeps on the drums. When he’s ready he pulls out, paints her pretty face in thick ropes, and watches her blink up at him, lips parted, wet with both of them. He never misses a beat.