Guilty pleasures

He opens the door and she walks straight in, blonde hair catching the light. The deal is already understood—money for whatever he wants. She drops to her knees first, takes him deep until her throat gives way, nose pressed tight to his stomach, spit running down her chin. When he pulls her up and spins her around, she bends over without hesitation. He works into her ass slow, then harder, until she’s gripping the couch and pushing back for more. He finishes across her face, thick ropes landing on her lips and lashes while she looks up at him, mouth open, catching the last of it.