I'd like to spend the night with Sasha.

"Oh, so now you're asking me?" You tell her with a small smile.

Your comment doesn't make Sasha blush. Instead she rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. "I thought I'd save our time and just ask here and now. Besides, I don't want anyone seeing you visit me all the time."

You look at Sasha and she looks at you. She hasn't warmed to you at all outside of your sexual interactions. Does that matter? Not really. Any kind of **** you had before is quickly washed away as soon as Sasha steps inside. "Let's get this over with."

"Come on, Sasha. You like it as much as I do, don't you?" You spank her butt which makes her turn to face you. This time, her cheeks have turned slightly pink.

You adjust yourself on the bed, leaving your feet planted firmly on the floor as you lean back to present your lower half to Sasha. She looks at your crotch and frowns slightly before she reaches out and starts patting your crotch to make you hard.

In one full breath, you let all the air from your body leave your lungs. Sasha glances up and knits her brows. “You feeling alright?”

“Just need to do this tonight,” you admit. “I’ve got a lot on my head right now.”

Sasha looks back down, and she starts kissing the form that is slowly building itself in your pants. The feel of her lips around you becomes more sensible, and you close your eyes, taking in the kisses as they keep you together. It’s pleasurable, to say the least.

“What’s on your mind,” she moans slightly as she reaches for your belt. She tugs the zipper and then asks you to lift your waist slightly. You do as told, and Sasha gets your pants to do to your ankles.

“Contractor business,” you sigh. “Don’t let it bother your performance.”

Her eyes glance up while her lips press on the bulge. You can hear her gentle kissing and feel the flesh press against your dick. “Stop teasing,” you reach out and pull her hair, making her eyes widen briefly. “Get the cock wet so I can fuck you with it.”

“OK,” she rolls her eyes and pulls off your member. It springs out, and she grabs it, already working her fist up and down the length. Her grip is tight, warm, and full of dry friction, but she quickly skips the awkward handjob and starts flicking the tip with her tongue, lolling around it like hard candy. You watch Sasha, satisfied now that’s giving you head to clear yours.

Sasha works herself in a gentle bob, taking in more of your meat as the seconds pass in pleasure– wetting your cock with her spit as she fights the urge to recoil and gag. Eventually, she can achieve a balls-deep throatfuck as you thrust into her mouth. With a hand firmly placed at the back of her head, all she can do is **** on you.

You can feel her throat closing in around you as you hold her there. You watch her close her eyes, and her finger close on the sheets as she tries to breathe, but she quickly taps the sheets, so you let go. Sasha pulls back to grab your cock, jerking you off as she takes in long draws of oxygen.

Her eyes are watering as she stares resentfully back at you, but you don’t heed her much attention. “You think that’s lubricated enough for your pussy?”

Sasha darts her gaze on the slimy top of your dick and frowns. “Already?”

The wet noises are all that are heard for a few seconds. “You need more time?”

She scoffs. “I thought for sure this was going to be all you wanted tonight. A little suck and fuck.”

“You sore or something?”

She squeezes your dick, and you jolt somewhat. She smirks, but she hides it by wiping her mouth. “How far are we taking this tonight…sir?”