Women Seeking Women #136

Valentine strode naked into the penthouse living room, fine leather shoes abandoned by the door. Her bare feet left faint marks on the polished floor. She came to Leo without hesitation. He sat in the low armchair wearing only black briefs, thighs spread, already hard beneath the thin fabric. She sank to her knees between them and pulled the waistband down with one firm tug. His cock sprang free, heavy and flushed. She wrapped her fingers around the base and took him into her mouth in one slow glide, throat opening around the length until her lips kissed the base. The sound was wet and steady. She worked him in steady pulls, one hand gripping his thigh for balance, the other stroking what her mouth could not reach. Leo’s head tipped back, fingers tightening in her hair, breath leaving him in short bursts. She pulled off only to spit on the head, then swallowed him again, tongue pressing flat against the underside. Drool ran down her chin. She took him deeper each time until her throat pulsed around him. Leo exhaled a rough sound and thrust once, involuntarily, hips lifting. She held him there, eyes lifted, lashes wet, until he tugged her back by the hair. Saliva connected them in a single shining thread. She leaned forward again and took him into her throat a second time, softer now, savoring the taste before he pulled her up by the elbows and flipped her over the arm of the chair, spreading her open with both hands.