Dress Smartly

Alice steps into the room wearing that tiny pleated skirt, the one that barely covers her ass. Toby freezes mid-step, his mouth falling open, eyes locked on her like he can’t believe what he sees. His cock stiffens instantly, pressing hard against his pants. She notices, smiles, then drops to her knees without a word. Her fingers work his zipper fast and her mouth is on him next—warm, wet, sliding down until her lips meet the base. Toby’s hands grab at her hair while she sucks him deep, spit running down his shaft. He pulls her up, turns her around, and yanks the skirt higher. The thin strip of fabric disappears between her cheeks. He spreads her open, spits once, and pushes into her ass in one slow thrust. Alice moans into the bed, knuckles white on the sheets. He fucks her harder, each stroke stretching her wider, her body rocking forward with every slap of skin. When he’s close he pulls out, spins her back to face him, and strokes himself fast. Thick ropes land across her mouth and cheeks, dripping down her chin while she keeps her eyes on his.