What a steal

Bea floated down the stairwell in the briefest dress money could buy. No panties beneath it. Nothing to slow her down. She wanted a man and she wanted him now. He came around the corner just in time. Lean muscle. Hard jaw. Exactly what her body was asking for. She turned on the step, leaned on the rail, let the hem ride up. Her ass round, tight, skin glowing under the hall light. Her bare pussy winked at him, already slick. He didn’t need the invitation twice. In a heartbeat he was behind her, hands gripping her hips, thick cock sliding straight into her heat. No sweet talk, just the wet sound of her taking every inch. Each thrust rocked her on the stairs, thighs trembling, dress bunched around her waist like an afterthought. Her moans bounced off the walls as he drove deeper, chasing the slick grip of her cunt until she clenched hard and came with a sharp, grateful cry. He followed right after, pulling out at the last second to paint her ass in hot, heavy streaks. When it was done he gave that perfect ass one last squeeze. Bea smiled over her shoulder, dress already sliding back down. She got the fuck she came for. He got the sweetest deal of his week.