All hail for Henessy

Nobody expects a girl that small to carry so much heat. Henessy catches sight of Jamaica and launches herself at him, back slamming onto the kitchen counter while he drives in hard. They don’t stay there long. She pulls him through the hallway, into the living room, over the arm of the couch, against the wall, down on the rug. He follows every shift, taking whatever opening she gives. Henessy’s dark hair sticks to her neck, her mouth open around him when she drops to her knees, then later when he paints her face. Jamaica keeps her filled until the last drop, and we’re left watching the way she takes it all.