Glazed Donut

Downstairs at this loud house party, Jake’s catching his breath when Vienna Black slides up. Girlfriend’s friend—strictly off limits—grinning like she knows exactly what she wants. They trade a couple laughs. Then her fingers hook his waistband, yank him out hard and heavy. Vienna drops, tongue drags a slow wet stripe from balls to tip, smirks once, then swallows him deep. Spit runs down his shaft while she bobs, cheeks hollowed, eyes locked on his. Upstairs everyone’s still pounding music; right here her mouth’s making these obscene little gulps. She pulls off long enough to slap his dick on her tongue, then goes right back to work until he blows—thick ropes spattering across her nose, lips, one streak even in her lashes. She licks what she can reach and grins up at him, face glistening, zero shame.