Pleasing the Landlord

Nataly Gold watches her landlord's shirt stretch across his chest. Her eyes drop lower and she smiles at what she sees. He stands there, drinking her in—tight black hair, slim waist, the way her dress clings. Words feel heavy, so he doesn't use them. She steps closer, drops to her knees, and frees him. Her lips part and she takes him in, slow at first, then deeper. He groans, one hand buried in her dark hair, guiding her rhythm. Saliva glistens on her chin. She looks up, eyes wide and wet, and holds him at the back of her throat until he throbs against her tongue. When he can't wait any longer, he pulls out, strokes once, twice, and paints her face with thick ropes. Cum drips from her cheekbones down to her open mouth while she licks her lips, tasting every drop.