A night out

Angelica feels that Saturday heat rising inside her. She dresses for the hunt, low-cut top, short skirt, blonde hair catching streetlight as she steps out. A few drinks later she spots Mike at the bar. Dark hair, dark eyes. Their glances lock. Twenty minutes later his apartment door clicks shut and the clothes start hitting the floor. Her big tits bounce free when he yanks her top down. He palms them, thumbs flicking stiff nipples, then drops to his knees. She grabs his hair and pulls his mouth to her breast. He sucks hard, teeth grazing, while his fingers slide under her skirt and push her panties aside. She’s already wet, hips rolling against his hand. Mike stands, guiding her to the couch. Angelica sinks down, pulls his zipper open, and wraps her lips around his cock. She takes him deep on the first stroke, cheeks hollowing, saliva dripping onto her chin. Her hand strokes what her mouth can’t reach. He groans, hips jerking forward. She keeps the rhythm steady, tongue swirling on the underside. When he can’t wait any longer, he hauls her up, bends her over the armrest, and drives in. She gasps at the stretch, then pushes back to meet every thrust. Blonde hair swings forward, tits swing beneath her. He grips her hips hard, pounding deep. The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room. He flips her onto her back, lifts her knees to her chest, and sinks in again. Sweat beads on his chest. Her legs shake. She comes first, sharp cries breaking into whimpers, inner walls squeezing him. He follows two strokes later, pulls out and spills across her tits, hot streaks on pale skin. They catch their breath in the low light, still half-dressed, already wondering how soon they can go again.