Courtyard sex

She stood in the courtyard like a deal already sealed. Blonde hair loose, dress riding high on her thighs. You’d fought her case—won it—and now Sunny Diamond wanted to settle the bill her own way. She crossed to where you leaned against the stone wall, sank to her knees without a word, and opened your fly with practiced hands. Her mouth took you deep, slow, wet, letting the evening air cool the spit she left behind every time she came up for breath. She worked you like the verdict was never in doubt, tongue flicking, cheeks hollowed, until your hand found the back of her head and your hips started to move. When you pulled out, she stayed low, eyes lifted, lips parted. The first hot stripe landed across her cheek, the rest across her mouth and chin. She smiled, small and satisfied, while the last drops slid down her skin under the courtyard lights.