Donna's summer - part II.

Donna works every spare minute of her break. She picks her men the same way she picks her clothes—fast, careful, exacting. The first night she steps onto the terrace wearing nothing but a black lace set that barely covers her nipples. A stranger watches. She smiles, kneels, and takes his cock in her mouth without a word. The lace stays on while she works, slick fingers guiding him deeper each time. When he finally shoots, she tilts her face up so the thick load lands across her cheek, across her lashes, across the faint freckles on her nose. She stays on her knees a moment longer, tasting him on her tongue, already thinking of the next morning.