The Nixon Cure

Nicole steps in wearing nothing but thin lace. Your shirt’s still half-buttoned from trying to leave, and now her fingers are working the rest of the buttons free. She presses close enough that you feel every warm inch of her. You forget the plans you had; everything narrows down to the heat coming off her skin and the way she’s already reaching lower. She drops to her knees, pulls your cock out, and takes you straight into her mouth. Her tongue moves fast, wet, greedy. When she stands again she keeps stroking you while she turns, bending at the hips so her ass brushes you. You grip her waist, slide in deep from behind, and start thrusting hard. She pushes back, meeting every stroke. Her pussy squeezes tight, slick, drawing you in. After a few minutes she spins, drops down again, and sucks you clean. You taste her on your cock, feel the contrast of cool air and her hot mouth. She keeps switching, mouth to pussy to mouth, until the tension snaps. You pull out at the last second and she opens wide, taking every drop across her tongue and lips while she moans like she needed it as much as you did. Both of you stay close, breathing hard, satisfied.