Heather Hunted - Part 1

Monica made her move on move-in day. Two days late with rent. She cornered Jackie in the stairwell with nothing but a tank top and shorts she’d cut too short herself. Jackie held a ring of keys and a clipboard, but Monica caught her stare and held it. She sank to her knees right there on the cold linoleum, popped the button on Jackie’s work pants, and pulled out her cock like it was nothing but hers to take. Jackie’s breath hitched. She looked up and down the empty stairwell, then gave the slightest nod. Monica didn’t hesitate. She took the whole length in one smooth motion, throat working, tongue flat, saliva spilling down her chin. Every time she gagged she swallowed deeper, never breaking eye contact. When Jackie finally shuddered and came down her throat, Monica kept sucking until the woman pulled her off. She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, stood, and whispered that the rent was late but she could earn extensions. Jackie’s hand was still in her hair.