Cancelled Dinner

Dinner reservations sat untouched while Chintia stood in the doorway, silk clinging to every curve Renato once planned to show off in public. One look and he yanked off his jacket, tossed the keys aside. No restaurant tonight. Instead he freed his cock, already thick and straining, and held it out for her. Chintia sank to her knees, lips parting, and wrapped her mouth around him in one smooth motion. She sucked him slow at first, then deeper, letting the weight of him press against her tongue. Renato gripped her hair and fed her every inch, the elegant dress now bunched at her waist while she serviced him right there on the floor. A night of steady thrusts down her throat replaced any candle-lit meal, her brunette waves swaying with every deliberate stroke he gave her.