Elegantly Nude

Lola stands in a simple dress that somehow looks expensive and dirty at the same time. Markus watches her, cock already thickening in his shorts. She notices. Smiles. Turns around and lifts the hem without being asked. Her ass is bare. Pale. Ready. He steps close. One hand cups her cheek, the other works his fly. She bends over the arm of the couch and waits. When he pushes in, she takes him slow, then deeper, until her hole opens around him and stays that way. He fucks her harder after that, hips slapping, her breath catching on every thrust. Sweat starts to bead along her spine. She reaches back and spreads herself wider. He pulls out, looks at the open ring, then slides back in again. She drops to her knees when he’s close. Opens her mouth. He strokes once, twice, and paints her tongue, her lips, her cheek. She swallows what she can and lets the rest drip down her chin. The room smells like sex and skin. Her asshole still gapes, twitching, empty now. She stays there on the floor, legs parted, face marked, breathing through it.