Alice Adams
A Feast for Two
Alice hits six feet in heels and every inch of her is hunger. She doesn’t wait for an invitation; she pins you to the mattress, mouth hot and greedy, tongue sliding over you like she’s starving. Her long fingers wrap tight around your cock, stroking with that slow, cruel rhythm that makes your back arch. She takes you deep, throat working, spit slicking down your shaft while her free hand cups your balls, nails dragging just enough to sting. When she lifts off she wipes her lips with the back of her hand, eyes locked on yours, then straddles you in one fluid move. She sinks down without warning, heat swallowing you whole, tight walls clenching around every inch until her hips are flush with yours. She rides hard, breasts bouncing, sweat catching the light, hair sticking to her throat as she grinds down and takes you deeper. Every thrust of her hips is a demand. You feel her come in tight pulses, muscles fluttering, yet she keeps moving, keeps using you until she’s satisfied. Only then does she lean in, teeth grazing your ear, voice rough as she whispers what she’ll do to you next.
Alice hits six feet in heels and every inch of her is hunger. She doesn’t wait for an invitation; she pins you to the mattress, mouth hot and greedy, tongue sliding over you like she’s starving. Her long fingers wrap tight around your cock, stroking with that slow, cruel rhythm that makes your back arch. She takes you deep, throat working, spit slicking down your shaft while her free hand cups your balls, nails dragging just enough to sting. When she lifts off she wipes her lips with the back of her hand, eyes locked on yours, then straddles you in one fluid move. She sinks down without warning, heat swallowing you whole, tight walls clenching around every inch until her hips are flush with yours. She rides hard, breasts bouncing, sweat catching the light, hair sticking to her throat as she grinds down and takes you deeper. Every thrust of her hips is a demand. You feel her come in tight pulses, muscles fluttering, yet she keeps moving, keeps using you until she’s satisfied. Only then does she lean in, teeth grazing your ear, voice rough as she whispers what she’ll do to you next.