Road Queen #34

She fucked him raw against the bedroom door that hot November night back in '15. The door had just slammed shut, lock clicked, and Cassie shoved Mason's belt through the loops, ripped his fly open like it owed her money. His cock sprang free already leaking, thick in her palm. She dropped to her knees and swallowed him whole, throat tight, spit running down his balls while he gasped like he'd seen God. Ten years married and still hungry for it like animals. When he lifted her, she wrapped those legs around his waist, skirt hiked, panties shoved aside, and sank down on him in one greedy slide. Her cunt took every inch, slick, hot, clenching. Each thrust slammed her shoulders into the door. Wood creaked. Picture frames rattled. Her nails raked his back hard enough to draw blood. He bit her neck, sucked a bruise above her collar, marked her like territory. Cassie came first, a sharp broken sound in his ear, cunt pulsing around him. Mason followed right after, hips jerking, emptying himself deep inside her until it leaked out, running down her thighs. They stayed pressed together, breathing hard, sweat cooling on skin. The lamp buzzed. Outside the window, city lights smeared against the glass. Neither one moved.