Talita Brandao
Lick IT
Suck IT
Talita moves through the alley like smoke that fucks. Black silk clings where it shouldn’t. The cigarette between her fingers glows, and the light burns a red slash across the curve of her lip. She stops when she hears the latch click behind her. Doesn’t turn. Just waits, hips cocked, waiting for the body heat that follows. His hand lands on her throat from behind. Not gentle. She swallows against his palm, throat working, and smiles slow. He yanks the silk higher. Nylon rips. Cool night air hits wet skin. Two fingers push in hard. She grinds down, takes them to the knuckle, breath catching once then finding rhythm. He curls them, drags across that swollen spot until her knees jerk. She spins, finds his belt, rips it open. Cock springs free, thick and already slick at the head. She drops to the wet concrete and takes him in her mouth, no warm-up, no tease. Tongue flat. Throat open. Gags once and stays there until he hisses through his teeth. Spit runs down her chin onto the cheap silk. He fucks her face in short, mean strokes. She looks up through smudged lashes like she’s daring him to choke her worse. He pulls out, spins her, palms between her shoulder blades. She braces against the brick. He shoves in to the hilt. No mercy. Her cunt clamps down, greedy, sucking every inch. Skin slaps. Breath saws. She reaches back, spreads herself wider. His thumb finds her clit and rubs rough circles. She comes hard, teeth bared, cunt pulsing around him until he snarls and fills her in thick, hot spurts. He stays buried while the come leaks out around his cock, drips down her thigh onto torn stockings. Somewhere a neon sign flickers. Somewhere a siren wails. Talita lights another cigarette with fingers that still shake.
Talita moves through the alley like smoke that fucks. Black silk clings where it shouldn’t. The cigarette between her fingers glows, and the light burns a red slash across the curve of her lip. She stops when she hears the latch click behind her. Doesn’t turn. Just waits, hips cocked, waiting for the body heat that follows. His hand lands on her throat from behind. Not gentle. She swallows against his palm, throat working, and smiles slow. He yanks the silk higher. Nylon rips. Cool night air hits wet skin. Two fingers push in hard. She grinds down, takes them to the knuckle, breath catching once then finding rhythm. He curls them, drags across that swollen spot until her knees jerk. She spins, finds his belt, rips it open. Cock springs free, thick and already slick at the head. She drops to the wet concrete and takes him in her mouth, no warm-up, no tease. Tongue flat. Throat open. Gags once and stays there until he hisses through his teeth. Spit runs down her chin onto the cheap silk. He fucks her face in short, mean strokes. She looks up through smudged lashes like she’s daring him to choke her worse. He pulls out, spins her, palms between her shoulder blades. She braces against the brick. He shoves in to the hilt. No mercy. Her cunt clamps down, greedy, sucking every inch. Skin slaps. Breath saws. She reaches back, spreads herself wider. His thumb finds her clit and rubs rough circles. She comes hard, teeth bared, cunt pulsing around him until he snarls and fills her in thick, hot spurts. He stays buried while the come leaks out around his cock, drips down her thigh onto torn stockings. Somewhere a neon sign flickers. Somewhere a siren wails. Talita lights another cigarette with fingers that still shake.