Women Seeking Women #77

She came that November night with trembling hands. Jacket off. Dress over her head. Naked except for the heels. He let her lead the way upstairs. Let her open his bedroom door, strip his belt, unzip his fly. Her mouth was already on him before the door clicked shut. She sucked like a woman who had something to prove and nothing left to hide. Spit ran down her chin, across her tits, and she didn't stop. Not when her jaw ached. Not when his hand grabbed the back of her neck and held her still. She swallowed everything he gave her, every thick pulse, every drop. Later she lay facedown on his bed, legs spread, ass raised. He fucked her without mercy. One hand under her hips, the other tight around her throat. Her moans got high and broken. When she came it hit fast, then hit again, her cunt pulsing around him in slick little tremors that dragged him right over the edge with her.