That's how she rolls

Jennifer and Bill hadn’t seen each other in years. Life had moved them, changed them, and turned her into something sharper. A woman who moves with intention. Tonight she doesn’t explain. She shows him. Dark hair frames a face that says exactly what she wants. She takes him in her mouth first, slow, deliberate, letting him feel every inch of what he’s missed. When she decides it’s time, she turns, offers herself without a word. He takes her ass the way she offers it—deep, steady, unhurried. She opens for him easily, greedy for the stretch, until the pressure builds and breaks. She comes hard, liquid spilling from her in sudden pulses that soak the sheets beneath them. Bill pulls out, strokes himself once, twice, and paints her flushed face, streaks across her lips, across the black waves of her hair. She stays there a moment, breathing, smiling with the mess still on her skin.