HAPPY ENDING

Maria laughs low in her throat as Tommy spreads her thighs wider on the mattress. He kneels between them, hot breath against her slit before his tongue flattens, drags up once, then sinks in. She jerks, heels sliding on the sheets. Two fingers follow, thick and steady, knuckles pushing inside until the wet sound fills the room. Her hips rock, greedy. Tommy curls those fingers, finds that spot that makes her breath break, and he stays there, lips sealed around her clit, sucking until her thighs shake against his ears. The pace stays brutal and even. Maria whimpers, hands fisted in his hair, riding his face, cunt clenching so tight around his fingers it looks like it hurts. When she comes, her whole body snaps, legs locking, back arched, a raw moan ripped straight out of her chest. Tommy doesn’t let go. He keeps licking her through it, slow now, dragging every aftershock out until she’s trembling, sweat slick on her stomach, grinning like she wants another round before she’s even finished catching her breath.