Her Return
She came back glowing, pinned me down, fed me his taste, rode my mouth until she emptied herself, then made the confession that had me cumming helplessly for her.
HOME I heard her before I saw her—the soft click of the front door, the slow, tired tread of her heels on the hallway floor, the faint rustle of her coat being peeled off. It was her usual night out with the girls… except I knew this was that week. The one night each month when she didn’t join them at all, when she slipped into one of her slutty little fuck-me outfits and went hunting for male company instead. And even ha...