Handsome Compensation

Shrima signs for a package that isn't hers. She reads the label, the guy checks the slip, and there's no fixing it. He offers cash. She wants something else. The moment she pulls him inside and drops to her knees, the mood shifts. Her mouth works him slow at first, then deeper, wetter, until spit drips onto her chin. She looks up, lips stretched, eyes half-lidded. He lifts her onto the table, peels off her clothes, and she turns over, offering herself. He presses in, slick and steady, stretching her open. Her breath catches, then turns to low moans as he takes his time. Each thrust sinks farther until her fingers grip the edge and her body rocks with every push. The room fills with skin meeting skin and the quiet sound of her coming apart.