Toby's Mission

Toby has only known Shafry a short time, but he's already sensed her appetite for pleasure. That was all the invitation he needed. He moves in with confidence, voice low, eyes steady, and soon has her exactly where he wants her—on her knees, brunette hair framing flushed cheeks, lips wrapped tight around his cock. Her mouth works him with greedy focus, tongue sliding along the underside as she takes him deeper, wet sounds filling the room. When he finally pulls back, her chin is slick, eyes dark with need. Toby grips her hips, pushes her open, and sinks into that pink heat. She gasps, back arching, and he sets a hard, steady rhythm that makes her clench around every thrust. The pace builds until her fingers twist in the sheets and her moans turn hoarse. Toby pulls out at the last moment, strokes himself once, twice, and paints her face in thick ropes while she blinks up at him, lips parted, catching what she can on her tongue. Mission accomplished.