Long time no see

Cindy walks back into my life and the years vanish. Last time, she had short blonde hair. Now it’s long and dark, but the rest hasn’t changed one bit. Same playful spark in her eye. Same legs that go on for miles. She steps closer, all silk and lace. Her lingerie does nothing to hide the curve of her hips or the sway of her ass. I drop to my knees without a word and she lifts one foot, resting it on my chest. The arch is perfect, the heel sharp. I kiss the top of her foot, then the ankle, working my mouth higher until the scent of her skin makes me dizzy. Cindy watches, amused. She spreads her legs, the lace stretched tight over her mound. I lean in and breathe her in. Her fingers thread through my hair, guiding me. When she’s ready, she sinks down onto the couch, one leg hooked over the back. I follow, mouth open, and she feeds me her toes again before she decides I’ve earned the rest. She opens her mouth for me next, sliding down my cock until her nose brushes my stomach. Slow, wet strokes. Tongue swirling. Every so often she pulls off, spits on it, then takes it deeper. Saliva drips from her chin onto her breasts. The room fills with the sound of her throat working and the soft slap of her hand stroking whatever she can’t swallow. When she’s had enough, she turns around, presents that perfect ass, and tells me to finish where she wants it most. I grab her hips, push inside, and she moans like she’s been waiting years. Her feet find my thighs again, toes curling every time I bottom out. The rhythm turns sharp and fast until we’re both shaking, until nothing else matters but the slick heat between us and the sound of skin on skin.