I Like It Kinky

Melissa had waited weeks. Every brush of Jason’s hand at the bar felt like a question she wanted answered. Tonight she stayed until the last light flickered out, and the answer came fast. They rode the line from shots to sweat on the dance floor, then straight to his apartment. Clothes hit the floor the second the door shut. Jason’s thick cock filled her mouth, and she sucked him like she had been starving. She dropped lower, pulled his balls between her lips, and rolled them on her tongue while her hand kept working the shaft. Her dark hair spilled over his thighs. He gripped it and fed her every inch. She took it, eyes wet, throat tight. When he lifted her onto the bed she was already slick. He drove in hard, and she met every thrust until the sheets twisted under her fists. The room smelled of sex and spilled liquor. They stayed tangled until the sun cut through the blinds, and neither cared who had started the night as what.