A Joyful Reminiscence

Toby shows up single. Kitty knows what that means and she meets him at the door already wet. He steps inside and her mouth is on his before the lock clicks. She drops to her knees, black hair falling over her shoulders, and takes him straight between her lips. Her tongue works slow at first, then faster, sucking deep until her throat opens around him. Toby groans, hands in her hair, watching her cheeks hollow. She pulls off just long enough to stroke him slick, then dives back down, lips stretched tight. Spit runs down her chin. When he warns her he’s close she keeps him right there, eyes locked on his, until he spills across her tongue and over her lips. She swallows what she can, the rest painting her mouth and cheek. Kitty smiles, still on her knees, licking the corner of her lip clean.