And Chill

Alicia Williams had it all mapped out. Her favorite rapper answered her DM. She pictured a fast fuck, an autograph, done. Yet Sly Diggler took his time. No pressure, no rush. That patience pulled her in deeper. She felt it hit low in her belly and decided to move first. In the low light of the suite she slid to her knees. Blonde hair spilled across his thigh as she freed him and took him into her mouth. Slow, wet strokes of her tongue made him swell. She looked up, eyes steady, and kept working until saliva glossed her chin. Sly pulled her to her feet, spun her around, bent her over the edge of the couch. One firm hand pressed her lower back while the other gripped her hip. He slid inside with a single, deep thrust that knocked a gasp from her throat. Doggystyle followed in a steady, rolling rhythm. Her pale cheeks bounced against him and the sound of skin meeting skin filled the room. When he eased back she reached between her legs, wrapped her fingers around his length, and stroked him hard and fast. He came across her lips and cheeks in thick ropes that gleamed under the light. She licked what she could reach, swallowed, and smiled.