One Last Time

Jason’s ex shows up with the divorce papers and nothing else. When he won’t sign, she just peels her shirt off and plants his face between her giant tits. That’s the deal—one last time buried between those perfect, heavy melons and he scribbles his name. Jason’s cock’s already straining before the door shuts. Her smirk is pure evil as she pushes him onto the bed, crawls over him, and drops her chest across his mouth like she owns him. He licks, he sucks, he bites until both her nipples stand stiff and red. She’s purring but she’s still a bitch—grinding just enough to work him up, then sliding back, tugging his sweats down in one clean yank. He hates how fast he leaks for her, hates it more when her warm spit lands right on his tip. In one move she sinks down, full hilt, tits bouncing over his chest as she rides him like it’s a contest. Every thrust lands rough. Slaps and panting, wet slaps every time her ass drops. She mutters shit under her breath—little insults, hot little jabs—and Jason fucks back harder, like he wants to ruin the marriage one last time. When she grabs his throat and grinds down tight, he finally scrawls his name across the page, free hand pulling her nipple back to his mouth. Pens down, grudges stuck halfway inside her, still going at it like they don’t hate every damn thing about each other except the sex.