Just One Drink

Athena finally has her place in LA. A roomy condo that her parents bought her, sunlight everywhere, a view that makes her friends jealous. She loves every inch until the bass thumps through her walls. Across the hall the volume is always up, never down. She knocks with a polite smile and a drink in her hand, ready to talk it out. The door swings open and Prince Yahshua looks down at her, the sound behind him now a low pulse instead of a shout. He takes the glass, lets her in, and the talk turns soft, then slow. Her dress slips off her shoulders. He tastes the skin between her breasts, hands full of heavy flesh, mouth greedy on each nipple. Athena sinks to her knees, hair sliding across his thigh, lips wrapped tight around his cock, working the length until her eyes water. She wants every inch, and he gives it. He sits, she climbs. Her thighs spread wide, big tits bouncing, riding him hard until her voice breaks on his name. Sweat shines on her skin. When she feels him swell she drops to her knees again, tongue out, letting him paint her lips and chin. She smiles, licking it up, catching the last drop before it falls. The music stays low after that.