Adria Rae
Allie waits. Clock hands drag. Marcus left the office an hour ago. When he walks through the door the fight starts fast—where were you, who were you with—but she doesn’t let it run. She’s on her knees before the next accusation lands. Blonde hair swings forward as she yanks his belt open. His cock is half-hard from anger. She takes it deep in one shove, throat already tightening around him. He tries to speak. The words choke off into a wet sound. She gags, pulls back just enough to breathe, then sinks again until her nose presses flat to his skin. Spit strings from her lips every time she drags off. Marcus grabs her hair, pushes deeper, hips jerking. Allie keeps her eyes up, mascara streaking. He swears once, low, then his breath catches and he pulls out. Thick ropes stripe her face, hot across her cheek and mouth, some catching in her lashes. She stays there, lips parted, breathing hard, cum dripping down her chin while the last of the argument dies in his throat.
Allie waits. Clock hands drag. Marcus left the office an hour ago. When he walks through the door the fight starts fast—where were you, who were you with—but she doesn’t let it run. She’s on her knees before the next accusation lands. Blonde hair swings forward as she yanks his belt open. His cock is half-hard from anger. She takes it deep in one shove, throat already tightening around him. He tries to speak. The words choke off into a wet sound. She gags, pulls back just enough to breathe, then sinks again until her nose presses flat to his skin. Spit strings from her lips every time she drags off. Marcus grabs her hair, pushes deeper, hips jerking. Allie keeps her eyes up, mascara streaking. He swears once, low, then his breath catches and he pulls out. Thick ropes stripe her face, hot across her cheek and mouth, some catching in her lashes. She stays there, lips parted, breathing hard, cum dripping down her chin while the last of the argument dies in his throat.