The Price of Loyalty

Toby had heard every excuse from Ania Kinski when he worked under her. Now she stood at his door again, dark hair loose, dressed only in black lace that barely contained her heavy breasts. The boss had fired him six months ago. Today she wanted him back for one last job, and she was willing to pay with the only currency she trusted—herself. She stepped inside without asking. The lingerie whispered against her skin when she dropped the silk robe. Ania cupped her tits, lifting them toward him like an offering. "One favor," she said, voice low, "and I’ll make sure you remember why you stayed late every night." Toby’s cock twitched. Ania noticed. She sank to her knees on the hallway rug, unbuckled him, and took his length in one smooth motion. Her mouth was hot and wet, lipstick smearing along the shaft each time she pulled back. Spit glistened on her chin while she worked him deeper, throat relaxing until her nose pressed against his stomach. She stood, turned, and bent over the arm of the couch. The sheer panties split her cheeks, the fabric already damp. Toby tore them aside and drove in. Ania gasped, pushing back to meet every thrust. Her tits swung free of the bra cups, nipples brushing the upholstery. He grabbed her hips, fingers sinking into soft flesh, pounding harder until the sound of skin meeting skin echoed off the walls. Ania came first, clenching around him, a broken moan slipping from her lips. Toby followed, pulling out to stripe the small of her back with thick ropes. She reached back, rubbed the mess into her skin, then turned and licked her fingers clean. "Consider the favor done," she whispered, already reaching for her robe.