Calling Sick

Michelle Moist knows exactly what she wants. She makes the call, tells Antonio she’s sick, then slips beneath the covers to wait. He shows up fast, concern in his voice, and the second he leans in she throws the blanket back. Her body is anything but weak. Her hands reach for his belt before he can think twice, lips parting as she frees him and takes him straight into her mouth. She works him with slow, wet strokes, eyes locked on his, until the need between her legs forces her to switch tactics. She swings around, bare feet sliding up his chest, pressing her soles against his skin while her tongue never stops moving. When he finally spills, it lands across her face in thick ropes—hot streaks across her lips and cheeks, just the way she wanted it.