Jogging for Pleasure

He tells her it's his job. A quick massage after a run, nothing more, but his hands know what they're doing. Coco trusts him. Why shouldn't she? She's sore, he's confident, and the line between professional and personal dissolves the moment he touches her thighs. His fingers work deeper, sliding closer to where the heat pools between her legs. She doesn't stop him. She parts them instead. He takes his time, stroking and circling until her breathing changes, until she reaches for him too. Her mouth finds his cock with the same urgency he brings to her pussy, lips wrapped tight, head bobbing with purpose. When he pulls out and finishes across her face, the dark strands of her short hair catch some of it. She smiles, cheeks flushed, already thinking about the next run they'll share.