Finding Consolation

Poor Danny drags himself to Anita’s place with nothing on his mind but gloom and an empty stomach. He barely makes it through his sad little story before Anita stands up, kicks the chair away, and tugs her panties down in one clean motion. Coffee never gets poured. Instead, she drops to her knees, frees his cock, and swallows him whole like she’s been waiting all week for the taste. Her lips slide the whole length with wet sounds while her throat works him deeper, her fingers already working her own dripping cunt. Danny forgets the breakup the second he feels how hungry she is, pushing his hips forward in loud, greedy thrusts. Anita pulls off with a filthy smile, spins around, and braces herself on the table—ass high, spreading wide so he can slam in raw. She throws her cunt back onto every stroke, spreading warm slick all over his balls while she spits out the dirtiest encouragements between gasps. The table creaks, coffee cups hit the floor, and Anita just laughs, pounding her cheek hard enough that the slap echoes through the kitchen every time he bottoms out.