Fuck at first sight - part I.

She caught my eye like a spark in a dark room. Red devil dress at the lift doors, curves that made the hallway feel smaller. I stepped inside and the doors slid shut, leaving just the two of us. Then her mouth was on me. No warm-up, no tease—just a desperate hunger as she dropped to her knees and took my cock between her lips. Her tongue worked me hard, slick and insistent. One hand cradled my balls, fingers squeezing with perfect pressure while her other hand steadied her grip. Blonde hair fell around her face, brushing my thighs as she bobbed faster, cheeks hollowing with each pull. She moaned around the shaft, the vibration shooting straight through me. I braced against the mirrored wall and watched her reflection devour me like she’d been starving for this exact moment.