Abigail Mac The Female of the Species

Abigail Mac shows up in a red dress cut high enough to bare most of one leg. The night’s score still burning in their veins, she and Stallion Strong drift down a long hall, steps heavy with the same heat they just stole. Maybe it’s the adrenaline. She drags the moment anyway, hips swaying, eyes locked on him, forcing him to wait. Then the dress comes up. She drops to her knees, mouth open, taking him deep like she’s starved. Brown hair swings across her face while she works him wet and fast. They slide to the bed, and she climbs on, bare skin against his dark shaft, riding him in tight, rolling waves. He grips her waist, thrusts up hard, pushing every inch into her. Sweat runs. She leans in, breath sharp, taking it all until he pulls free and paints her tongue. She swallows without looking away.