Sin
Our Little Secret
She called herself Sin-girl, a name meant to titillate rather than truly reveal. She came in a short lace dress that barely covered her ass, red-soled heels, and no underwear at all. Her lips were painted, her tongue quick, her eyes set on what she wanted: him, tonight, and nothing else between them. They did not bother with words. She knelt, took him in her mouth, and worked him until she tasted the first bead of pre-cum, then slid up his body to let him bury his tongue between her legs. She was wet before he touched her, her thighs already trembling. He licked slow, then fast, made her cum once before she grabbed his cock and guided him inside her. They fucked hard against the wall, her back slamming into drywall, his hips driving deep each time she begged for more. He bent her over next, took her from behind, fingers digging into her hips while her moans grew louder. When he pulled her hair she pushed back harder, meeting him stroke for stroke. Sweat slicked their skin. She came twice more, the second time clenching around him so tight he lost control and finished with a guttural groan, hips stuttering, both of them shaking. Afterward she stayed bent, breathing heavy, cum sliding down her thigh, already thinking about what they’d do the next time she called herself Sin-girl and he answered.
She called herself Sin-girl, a name meant to titillate rather than truly reveal. She came in a short lace dress that barely covered her ass, red-soled heels, and no underwear at all. Her lips were painted, her tongue quick, her eyes set on what she wanted: him, tonight, and nothing else between them. They did not bother with words. She knelt, took him in her mouth, and worked him until she tasted the first bead of pre-cum, then slid up his body to let him bury his tongue between her legs. She was wet before he touched her, her thighs already trembling. He licked slow, then fast, made her cum once before she grabbed his cock and guided him inside her. They fucked hard against the wall, her back slamming into drywall, his hips driving deep each time she begged for more. He bent her over next, took her from behind, fingers digging into her hips while her moans grew louder. When he pulled her hair she pushed back harder, meeting him stroke for stroke. Sweat slicked their skin. She came twice more, the second time clenching around him so tight he lost control and finished with a guttural groan, hips stuttering, both of them shaking. Afterward she stayed bent, breathing heavy, cum sliding down her thigh, already thinking about what they’d do the next time she called herself Sin-girl and he answered.