Cindy's Year of Firsts

Cindy sways to the music, the first band she’s truly fallen for. She’s lost in it until Victor steps behind her. His hands slide across her body with zero patience, cupping her breasts, squeezing her ass, claiming what he wants. She lets him. The next track starts and she drops to her knees, taking his cock between her lips, tasting the first rush of him. Victor groans, threads his fingers through her dark hair, and pushes deeper. When he’s ready, he pulls free, strokes himself once, and paints her face with thick stripes of cum. She blinks up at him, skin glistening, already wondering what else she hasn’t done yet.