Valentina Comes Back

Rob Piper paces, minutes dragging like hours. Valentina’s absence twists him up. When she walks back through the door the air shifts. Brunette hair loose, eyes locked on him. She doesn’t waste time. Drops to her knees and takes him deep, lips stretched around his cock, throat working in steady rhythm. He grips her hair, hips pushing forward, every wet sound loud in the quiet room. She pulls off, strings of spit shining, then turns and offers herself. Rob pushes inside, slow at first, then harder, hips slapping against her ass. She rocks back to meet him, taking every thrust. He pulls out, slides higher, works into her ass. Valentina moans, fingers clutching the sheets, body open for him. He drives deeper, the tight grip pulling him right to the edge. When he’s ready he pulls free, strokes once, twice, and paints thick ropes across her tits. Cum glistens on skin, drips between her breasts. 2024. Valentina came back. He won’t let her leave again.