High Voltage

The power’s out and Leslie shows up with his tool belt. Mira answers the door in a short black robe that barely covers her ass. One look at her hungry smile and he knows the outage isn’t the only thing she wants fixed. She leads him to the fuse box, then drops to her knees right there in the hallway. His cock is already half hard when she pulls it free. Mira wraps her slender fingers around the shaft and strokes him slow, tongue flicking the tip until he’s rigid and flushed. She takes him deep, lips stretched, saliva glistening down his length as she works him with steady, wet sucks. Leslie grips her hair and fucks her throat until spit trails from her chin. Then he lifts her onto the kitchen counter, yanks the robe open, and buries his face between her thighs. Her pussy’s soaked; he licks her until her legs shake, then spins her around and presses the head of his cock to her tight back door. Mira pushes back, taking every inch into her ass with a long, low moan. He fucks her hard, hips slapping skin, her hole stretched around him. She reaches down to rub her clit, coming with a sharp cry that makes her clench even tighter. Leslie keeps pounding until he pulls out and paints thick ropes across her lower back, breathing hard while the lights flicker back to life.