A Handful

Jazlyn likes the men her father hates. She hears the word handful and feels a challenge. Justice walks in and her eyes lock. Blonde hair falls over her shoulder as she moves closer. She drops to her knees and takes him in her mouth without waiting for an invitation. Justice grabs the back of her head, testing her. She opens her throat and takes him deeper until her nose meets his skin. He pulls her up, bends her over, and pushes inside. The room fills with the sound of skin meeting skin, slow at first, then faster. He keeps one hand on her hip and slides the other under her to find the spot that makes her legs shake. Jazlyn pushes back into every thrust, asking for more without saying a word. She finishes him with her mouth again, waiting until he’s close, then finishing him so the load lands across her lips and tongue. She swallows, wipes her mouth, and smiles like she just won.