You Have What I Want

Codey Steele’s parole sits in Melissa Stratton’s grip. She leans in, palms his crotch through prison denim, and frees what she came for. His cock springs up, thick and veined, and she takes the swollen head between her lips, sucking slow, tongue swirling. Every wet pull draws a groan from him. She strips, skin pale under harsh light, tits heavy, ass round and tight. She turns, grinds that perfect ass along his shaft, teasing until the head catches at her entrance. On her knees again, she swallows him deep, throat working, spit running down his balls. She lets him fuck her face, spit-slick and loud, then backs off just before he blows. Now he’s blindfolded, wrists and ankles lashed to a bare mattress. Melissa straddles his head, pussy hovering, making him beg for a taste. When she finally lowers, he licks like a man starved. At the same time she leans forward, takes his cock again, riding his tongue while her mouth works him right to the edge and back. She lifts off his face just enough to hear him plead. Then she sinks onto his cock, riding him hard, tits bouncing, until she feels him swell inside her. A slick finger pushes into his ass; his whole body jerks, and he begs louder. She spins, reverse cowgirl, slamming down until she comes first, cunt pulsing around him. She settles back over his mouth, pussy covering nose and lips, and jerks him fast. His tongue never stops. He explodes across her fist; Melissa shudders again, coming on his tongue, the room thick with the sound of two people taking exactly what they want.