A Cup of Coffee

Sadie Swede stood at Jerry's door clutching an empty mug, pretending she needed sugar. The moment he offered her a cup instead, she knew exactly how this would play out. She walked inside, hips rolling, that sweater stretching tight over the swell of her breasts. Each step made them bounce. She didn't miss the way Jerry's eyes followed. By the time he poured the coffee, her sweater was already halfway up her ribs. She leaned over the counter to reach for the cream, giving him a full view down her cleavage, nipples hard against thin cotton. Jerry set the cup down untouched. Sadie turned, pulled her sweater over her head in one motion, and dropped it. Her tits hung heavy and round, perfect. Jerry stepped forward, hands already reaching. She sank to her knees before he could speak, unzipping him with quick fingers, freeing his cock. The first lick was slow. The second took him deeper. Her lips sealed around the head, tongue working the underside as she sucked him in, tits swaying with each bob of her head. Jerry groaned. She didn't stop until her chin was slick and her throat was full, blonde hair falling over her face as she worked him with steady, hungry strokes.