Girl-Boy #02, Scene #03

Valentina Nappi moves like a walking sin, all satin and 1950s house-mama curves, yet Buck Angel never looks up from his goddamn newspaper. She drops the dress. Stockings catch the light. Her heavy tits shake just inches from his line of sight, hard nipples pushing satin. The paper rustles, and Buck finally drops it—lips curling in a slow, wolfish grin. She peels off his undershirt, finds the soft give of breast beneath, and drops to her knees. Buck’s briefs slide away; her mouth seals over his shaved pussy, tongue flicking that swollen clit until Buck growls low. He lifts her chin, then drags her onto the sofa. His thick tongue and two careful fingers work her open, pushing deep until her thighs lock around his head and she comes hard, shaking. Valentina doesn’t wait. She slips three fingers into Buck’s tight cunt, curling hard, finding that spot that makes his legs jerk. When he hisses her name she pulls out, sucks her glistening fingers clean, eyes locked on his, daring him to grab her before she’s even finished swallowing the taste.