From her heart

Lucy Heart steps into view with that soft blonde hair catching the light. Her mouth finds him first. She takes him deep and wet, lips gliding, tongue working every inch until her chin glistens. When she climbs onto him she’s already slick, easing down until he fills her, slow and steady. Her body moves with quiet hunger, hips rolling, breath catching. She turns, presents herself, and he slides into her ass without pause. She takes every thrust with a low gasp, face pressed into the sheets, fingers curled tight in the linen. He pulls free and she kneels for him again, mouth open, waiting. The first thick rope lands across her tongue and cheek, then another, until the warmth runs down her jaw and drips onto her breasts. She swallows what she can, eyes half-lidded, a satisfied smile still on her lips.