Red Flags and Long Nights

Coffee cools on the table while she drops to her knees. Savvy Suxx, 2025, takes Dante Colle in her mouth like she has been starving for it. Her blonde hair spills over his thighs. She works him deeper, tongue flat, throat open, that neat bush peeking between her spread legs as she settles lower. The room is quiet except for the wet sound of her going all the way down, lips stretched, breath held, until her nose brushes skin and she stays there. Dante grips the edge of the chair. She pulls back slow, strings of spit catching the low light, then sinks again. Harder. He feels every swallow, every hungry inch. She keeps him right at the edge, sliding him across her tongue, sucking until her cheeks hollow. When he finally lets go she stays on him, taking the thick pulse straight down her throat, holding the last drop on her tongue before she swallows. A red flag if there ever was one. Neither of them cares. Just long nights and another round already building.