Sexy Contribution

Nataly looks like she’s been starving all day. She’s thin in the hips, all sharp collarbones and fine jaw, yet her hunger shows the second she drops to her knees. The first pull of her mouth is tight and wet, and she works fast, cheeks hollowing, spit sliding down her knuckles as she strokes the rest. Every few seconds she glances up, eyes bright, like she’s waiting to see how much more she can take. When he starts to throb, she doubles down—faster, deeper—until the first thick rope lands across her tongue. The rest paints her face, white streaks on her cheeks and lashes, and she smiles with her mouth open, catching whatever’s left.