I Dream of Ginger - Part 3

She dropped to her knees the second the door clicked shut. No words, just the sound of a zipper and a hungry mouth sliding down the hard length that met her. Her tongue curled around him, slow then messy, spit glistening on her chin. She looked up with wet eyes while she took him deeper until her throat closed tight and stayed there. A hand slid between her thighs, fingers working her pussy while she moaned around his cock, the vibration pulling a curse from him. He pulled her up by the hair, bent her over the table, and shoved inside. She gasped at the stretch and pushed back hard, meeting every thrust. The slap of skin filled the room. Her heels stayed on. One strap slid off her shoulder, dress bunched at the waist. He fucked her deeper, hips snapping, hand between her legs finding the clit she’d already worked raw. She came with a broken sound, cunt squeezing him until he followed, emptying himself while she trembled and asked for more.