Party preparations

Cindy stands in front of the mirror, lipstick still only half applied. Her dress lies on the bed, forgotten, while she debates which pair of sandals will work for the party. Bob watches from the doorway, arms crossed, patience wearing thin. She bends to pick up a shoe, and he decides enough is enough. He steps in behind her, pulls the thong aside, and pushes straight into her ass. She gasps, gripping the edge of the dresser, but she does not tell him to stop. He drives into her with steady force, each thrust rocking her forward. Her makeup brush clatters to the floor. He reaches around, finds her clit, rubs it while he fucks her harder. When his rhythm starts to break, he pulls out and turns her around. Cindy drops to her knees without hesitation, takes his cock in her mouth, and sucks him clean. Blonde hair falls across her face. He holds her head, fucks her throat until he finishes, and watches her swallow every drop. The sandals stay where they landed.