Shut Up And Suck My Dick

Fuckin’ plates everywhere, soapy water running lukewarm—typical. Sona shoulders past Elias and he mouths off, she clamps his wrist and snaps, calls him a lazy shit-stain. That flips the switch; he steps in, pushes her against the fridge so the magnets scatter, growls, “Suck my dick,” and the towel she’s holding drops. She drops to her knees same second, yanks his shorts off his hips, cock slapping her in the jaw thick, already leaking. Her mouth dives in—hot, sloppy, throat working fast while her jaw pumps back and forth, spit she can’t swallow spattering the cracked tile. His hand fists in her tight little ponytail to force it deeper, balls tugging against her chin every down-stroke. He groans something filthy, she glares up with watery eyes and keeps going like it’s a dare, slurping louder than the running faucet. Dishes soak behind them, ignored.