Our Little Secret

Evelyn Claire has kept the same fantasy alive for years. Today she stops pretending. Coffee finished, she slips down the hall to Jason Brown’s room. He wakes to find her already there, her blue eyes steady, her slender body bare. For a moment he hesitates, but Evelyn reaches for the thick length already stirring between his legs and the question dies on his lips. Her mouth closes around him, slow, deliberate, tasting every inch of the dark cock she has craved. Soon she is straddling him, sinking down with a soft, wet sound that fills the quiet room. Jason grips her hips, thrusting up to meet each roll of her body. She rides him harder, hair falling across her face, lips parted, every breath telling him how badly she has wanted this. Their pace tightens until she comes with a low, broken moan, and he follows right after, spilling deep inside her. Their secret stays exactly that.