Desire

Keni sees what he wants and moves. Megan stands there half-dressed, dark hair falling over her shoulders, nipples already tight against thin fabric. He steps in close and she drops to her knees without hesitation. Her lips part around him fast, wet and eager, taking every inch like she’s done it a hundred times. He grips her hair, guiding her deeper until her eyes water. Spit runs down her chin. When he pulls back she smiles, lips glossy, hungry for more. He pushes her onto her back, spreads her legs, and slides inside. She moans loud, rocking her hips to meet each thrust. He fucks her hard, skin slapping skin, her moans turning to gasps. Close to the edge, he pulls out, strokes fast, and paints her pretty face with thick ropes of cum. It drips from her cheek to her open mouth while she catches her breath.