Date Night

Brad buys Maya a cone at the curb cart. She licks vanilla off her lip and looks straight at him like she wants him to notice. They go straight home, door barely shut before he’s got her up against it. Her sundress hits the floor in one pull. He shoves the silk of her thong aside, drops to his knees right there in the hallway, tongue working her wet heat until her knees buckle. Maya digs her fingers through his hair and rides his mouth harder, breath sharp, thighs trembling around his face. They never make it to the bedroom. She drags his cock out of his pants and sinks down on it in one slick glide. Brad pins her against the wall, thrusts slow and deep, then brutal and quick. Her nails leave red tracks down his back while she moans like the release is already right there, but she’s holding it off just to feel him keep fucking her like that. He sets her on the dining table, legs spread wide, mouth on her tits while he drives into her faster. Maya comes first, loud, slick heat pulsing around him. Brad follows after a few hard, shaky strokes, buried deep, every muscle locked.