The Lust Within

Regina keeps her distance. Sharp suit, sharper tongue. A redhead who runs the room the second she steps inside. Yet when Toby arrives with his tools, her thoughts drift straight to his cock. She watches the muscles shift under his shirt, imagines that length, how heavy it would feel in her hand. She refuses to say a word about it. She has needs. She will not admit them out loud. Toby keeps working. Regina stands behind him, breathing slower, panties growing damp. Eventually the quiet snaps. She steps closer. Her mouth finds him. She sinks to her knees, lips stretching wide as she takes him in. Wet sounds fill the room. Regina gives herself to the moment, sucking deep, tongue working each inch. When he finishes, thick ropes land across her face, glistening on her skin. She blinks through it, already wanting more. The second round follows quickly. Regina on all fours, skirt pushed up, asking without words. Toby grips her hips and drives in hard. She moans with each thrust, red hair shaking loose, pushing back for every stroke. She does not pretend to be above it anymore. She takes it and begs for the rest.