Barely Met

Naomi Swann wakes up angry. Her boyfriend left for work without waking her. Now she stands barefoot in the kitchen wearing only a thong. Jax Slayher sits at the counter, watching. She feels the heat in the room, the weight of his eyes on her pale skin. She keeps her back to him at first, pretending to make coffee. He moves closer. She turns. Their eyes meet. She tells herself to leave. Instead she kneels. Her hands tug his shorts down. She takes his heavy balls into her mouth, sucking one at a time, feeling them tighten against her tongue. The act is slow, almost tender, then greedy. She licks upward and slides her lips over the thick head of his cock. Her blonde hair falls forward as she works. He groans low. She keeps going. The affair starts right there on the kitchen floor, her boyfriend’s roommate buried in her throat while she cheats with practiced hunger.