Pause

We were fully clothed, in a slightly chilly hotel room. I sat on the bed, leaning back and looking up at her, dressed entirely inappropriately for November. The lipstick was smudged from kissing, her blouse unbuttoned to expose the black, shiny fabric of the basque underneath. A little breathless, she swayed on her high heels, reflexively smoothing down the front of her skirt.

"Well?" I asked, spreading my legs.

"It's not like I'm some kind of slut," she said with fake indignation, her eyes fixed on my crotch.

"Of course not. Now get on your knees and suck my cock."

She swallowed me greedily into her hot wet mouth. One hand around the shaft, the other buried in between her legs. Taking me in deep, the moans of her orgasm were almost completely stifled.

There was a small pause when she caught her breath, looking up at me with a conspiratorial smirk. Then she opened wide again...