Destined to joy - part II.

Destiny stands before him, barely clothed. Her fingers trace slow paths down her own skin, every curve on display. She watches his eyes follow. Loves the way they darken. The heat builds between them, thick and unmistakable. She steps closer, kneels, and takes him in her mouth without hesitation. Her blonde hair spills across his thighs as she works him deeper. He groans, hips shifting. She pulls back just enough to let him finish across her face, warm and sudden. She stays there a moment longer, breath steady, eyes half-lidded, the taste of him still on her lips.