Military Leave

Rilynn sees Karlo step through the door and forgets how to breathe. She meets him halfway, hands already at his belt, and drops to her knees before he can speak. Her lips stretch wide around his cock, taking him deep, the wet sounds loud in the quiet room. His boots are still on. She slides out of her shoes, bare feet rising until her toes brush his thighs. He watches her feet flex, dark nails catching the light, while her mouth works him harder. She strokes the shaft with one hand, sucks the head with focused hunger, then presses her soles against his legs to feel every muscle tighten. Karlo rests a palm on her head, not guiding, just holding. Her tongue circles, pulls back, licks lower, then returns to the task. Each time she takes him to the back of her throat her toes curl against his skin. Rilynn keeps the rhythm steady, deliberate, saving nothing. The leave won’t last, and neither of them plans to waste a minute.