An Easy Prey

Marco has never needed much charm to get a girl on her knees. With Keisha, the wanting cuts both ways. They lock eyes, mouths meet, and the game is already over. She drops, takes him in her mouth, tongue warm and greedy, blond hair falling forward while she works him deep. Saliva glistens on dark skin. He pulls her up, bends her forward, and she opens for him in one smooth stroke, wet enough that he slides straight to the hilt. They fuck hard, steady, the rhythm of skin meeting skin echoing through the room. She comes first, then again, gripping the sheets, blond hair now damp with sweat. He follows seconds later, pulling out and finishing across the curve of her back. Quick, filthy, complete.