Returning The Favor

Rob starts slow, texts turning Leigh on hard, then vanishes. She’s left throbbing, wet, and mad as hell. Hours later she knocks on his door wearing nothing but a thin coat and bad intentions. He barely shuts the door before she shoves him back, drops to her knees, and rips his sweats down. Her mouth is all tongue and teeth, eyes locked on his, daring him to look away. Rob tries to take the lead, hands in her hair, but she pins his wrists and rides the power shift like it’s hers by right. She climbs up, pushes him onto the bed, swings a leg over, and sinks onto every thick inch. She grinds deep, controls every roll of her hips, breasts bouncing, breath ragged. He grabs her ass, meets every thrust, the slap of skin sharp in the quiet room. She leans in, bites his lip, whispers exactly what she plans to do next. Rob flips her, pins her wrists, drives harder. She smiles through the moan, back arched, legs locked tight. Control flips back and forth until they’re both slick, shaking, and done pretending. Leigh gets what she came for. Rob pays the price, twice.