Last Chance

Charlie feels the clock running out on her freedom. The last night before her vows is the only time she has left, so she slips into a hotel hallway with Freddy. She drops to her knees, cheeks hollow as she pulls his heavy balls into her mouth, tongue sliding wet and slow. Her moan vibrates through him. She moves higher, takes him deep until her lips kiss the base, throat tight around his length. He tilts his hips, and she works him hard and steady. When he pulls her up, she climbs onto him in one fluid motion, thighs gripping as she sinks down and rides him. Her dress rides up. Every thrust knocks a soft gasp from her chest. She grinds, circles, takes every inch. He grabs her hips, meets her rhythm, and soon she has him throbbing. Charlie slips off, drops again, lips parting wide to catch every hot pulse on her tongue. She swallows, eyes half-lidded, and smiles like a woman who just took something she cannot return.