I'm Not Done With You

You almost nailed Step-Dad’s sugar baby before he walked in the door, and now that heat’s got your head spinning. His wife—tight little pussy bouncing right above him the whole night—fucked with your sleep and your peace, leaving you starving. Door clicks. Gia’s back. Shoes off, coat on the hook, perfumed and tipsy. You meet her halfway down the stairs and growl that you’re not finished. She tries to act cool but the truth sneaks out of her eyes and settles between her thighs. One second she’s telling you ‘no,’ the next she’s swallowing your tongue while you bend her over the marble countertop, hitting it so deep her heels knock loose on the tile. You fuck until her voice flips high and breathless, then slam forward one last time, cock jerking in the warm glove of her mouth as she gulps every drop. She licks you clean, stands, straightens her dress like nothing happened, and tiptoes upstairs to crawl back into bed next to your sleeping Step-Dad, still tasting you on her breath.