Honeydrop

Skye spots the ring on his finger when Manuel steps inside. She knows what it means. She doesn't care. Her eyes track him like he's prey and she already planned the kill. One look, and the air goes thick between them. She moves in, hands first, wrapping around his cock the second the door shuts. Her grip tight, her wrist twisting slow. He hardens fast. She drops to her knees, lips parting, taking him deep until her throat tightens around him. Spit runs down her chin. She keeps working him with her hand when her mouth pulls back, long strokes, thumb dragging over the wet head. He pulls her up, spins her, bends her over the bed. He slides into her from behind, doggystyle, hips snapping hard. Her blonde hair spills across the sheets. Every thrust drives deeper. She pushes back against him, greedy, demanding more. He keeps pounding until he pulls out and paints her face with thick ropes. She stays there, breathing hard, mouth open, catching every drop.