After The Party

Antonia's already stretched out on the bed in that tight dress and heels, legs looking long and dangerous. Jason steps in, takes a good look, and tells her straight up she looks fuckable. He leans down, tongue first, kissing her hard. His hands start at her calves, slide all the way down to those shoes, and pop the heels off. Jacket and tie hit the floor next; shirt follows. He’s got his fingers inside her before the dress even comes off, working her clit while they keep making out. Once the dress is gone he buries his face between her tits, sucking and licking until her nipples are stiff, then moves lower, tongue flat and hungry on her pussy. He eats like he’s starving, slow then quick, dirty and focused, and she’s moaning the whole time. She gets her turn, stroking his cock with both hands until it’s throbbing. Then he’s on top, sliding in deep. Slow strokes at first, letting her feel every inch, then he picks up the pace until the bed creaks. She pushes him back, climbs on, and rides him cowgirl, tits bouncing, both of them breathing like they just ran a race. Every thrust feels bigger than the last until they’re lost in it, hot, messy, and completely into each other.