Knock-knock

Knock-knock. Janet came for milk. Serge opened the door expecting groceries. What she wanted sat heavy between his legs. The blonde with the short crop stepped inside, dropped to her knees, and took him in one smooth swallow. Her tongue worked him wet and hungry while her fingers gripped the base and pumped. She sucked until his balls drew tight, then turned, offered her ass, and guided him straight into the tight ring of muscle. He sank in, slow at first, then drove deeper. Each thrust pushed a soft moan from her throat. She rocked back to meet him, cheeks spread, taking every inch until he spilled hot and thick inside her. She stayed still, milking the last drops with slow, greedy squeezes, then licked him clean.