Meeting Mr Holmes

Aletta waits in black. A lady in need, and Holmes answers with exactly what she asks for. She reaches for him without hesitation, wraps her fingers around that thick length and takes what she came for. He turns her over the couch, spreads her, and works her open until she’s dripping down her thighs. The first thrust steals her breath. Each one after that drives deeper, until her body tightens around him and she comes hard. He doesn’t stop. He keeps her right there, hips slapping, her cries loud and ragged. When he pulls out she drops to her knees, mouth open, eyes up. His release hits her tongue, her lips, her chin. She smiles through it, licking her lips clean while the last drops land on her breasts.