Quick

She didn’t wait for a yes.

Her fingers hooked into the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down in one smooth motion, the elastic catching for a half-second on the swell of his cockhead before it sprang fully free—thick, flushed deep, the shaft slick with anticipation. His shorts dropped to his ankles. He stepped out of them instinctively, his thighs tense, breath held.

Emily didn’t pause to look up again.

Her hands slid first—one wrapping loosely around the base of his cock, thumb brushing beneath, while the other rose to cradle her own breast, lifting the weight of it as she leaned forward. Her nipple brushed his shaft. She felt the pulse in it. The way he twitched at even the lightest graze.

Her mouth opened.

She started with a kiss to the underside—hot, wet, deliberate—then another, then her tongue. She licked a slow line up the thick length of him, her hand stroking with just enough grip to tease.

Above her, he made a sound—somewhere between a gasp and a choked moan. His head thudded softly back against the tree. She felt his knees shift, barely holding.

She smiled, just a little, and leaned in again.

Her lips parted wider, taking the head into her mouth while her breasts pressed together around the lower half of his shaft. Warm, soft, yielding. Her hands pushed them inward, creating a tight valley of flushed skin. Then she moved—slow, up-and-down strokes, the pressure of her tits gliding over his cock as her mouth sucked the top with rhythmic pulls, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowed.

The mix of sensation hit him hard.

She could feel it.

His hips jerked—uncontrolled, unsteady. His thighs flexed. His fingers dug into the bark behind him. He was trying to keep still, trying not to thrust. Failing.

Her mouth moaned softly around him, the vibration adding another layer. The skin of her chest slid hot and tight over him. She pumped with her breasts, then her hand—alternating rhythm, never fully releasing. Her tongue teased the ridge of the head each time it passed her lips.

He lasted less than a minute.

Less.

“Ah—ahh—fuck, I’m—” he grunted, barely managing words.

Emily didn’t stop. She sucked harder.

And he came.

Hard.

His whole body spasmed against the tree. His cock jumped between her tits, pulsing thick ropes that shot high across her breasts, over her lips, warm and sudden and messy. She didn’t flinch. Just kept stroking, milking, her mouth wet and open around him until he was spent.

When she finally let go, his cock twitched once more against her collarbone.

She sat back, breath warm, his cum streaked across her chest and chin, one nipple glistening, her tongue sliding slowly across her lip to clean it.

He was still frozen.

Emily looked up.

“Consider us even,” she said.

And smiled.