I Hear You

Alina slips the earpiece in. Her manager’s voice slides straight into her head while her boyfriend’s hands are already on her. She drops to her knees, takes Oliver’s cock in her mouth, sucks like she’s starving. Every slow drag of her tongue matches the commands buzzing in her ear. She hears the order to climb on, turns around, and Oliver pushes deep from behind. The first slap of skin is loud. Then she’s on her back, legs wide, he’s buried in her again, deeper. The voice says “sixty-nine,” and Alina swings around, swallows Oliver while he licks her open. She moans around his shaft, hips grinding, tongue busy, the boyfriend none the wiser. Sweat runs between her breasts. She rides again—reverse this time, ass bouncing, ears full of instructions that push her harder, faster. Oliver grips her hips, slams up, finishes inside her while Alina keeps her mouth sealed around him until the last pulse fades.