Gloria Hallelujah!

Dominica found Gloria Miller the way a cat finds a stray sunbeam—too warm to walk away from. Gloria stepped into her world with a nod, eyes wide, never seeing the snare until it had already closed around her throat. The same throat Dom kisses when she wants to feel her pulse leap. Gloria keeps coming back because the price feels delicious. The way Dom buries her tongue between her legs, slow circles then sudden flicks that make her thighs shake. The way those same hands slide beneath her ass, spreading her open, licking lower until her hole flutters against the soft press of Dom’s mouth. Gloria moans like she’s surprised every time, even though it’s been weeks. Her nipples harden under Dom’s thumbs as though they remember the rhythm now. She talks less lately. Just breathes and nods when Dom tells her to bend.