Suck his cock

Ethan's cock sprang free, thick and veined, already swelling to full hardness under Julia's insistent strokes, the musky scent of sweat and youthful arousal hitting her nostrils as she leaned in closer. He tried to stop her again, hands fumbling to push her shoulders away, voice cracking with shock. "Mrs. Edwards—stop, this is crazy, we can't—" But she didn't let him, batting his hands aside with surprising strength, her own fingers wrapping firmly around his base to hold him in place. The smell was intoxicating—raw, sweaty, unwashed from a day of whatever college boys did—and Julia loved it, inhaling deeply as it stirred something primal in her, a far cry from William's sterile, forgettable scent. She parted her lips and took him in, sliding her mouth down his length with a hungry moan, tongue swirling around the head as she savored the salty tang.

Ethan groaned, half-protest, half-surrender, his hips twitching involuntarily. "Wait—oh fuck—" Julia pulled back just enough to look up at him through her lashes, her free hand stroking him steadily. "This will only happen once, Ethan," she purred, voice husky with need. "So maybe you should film it—keep it as a little souvenir." His eyes widened further, phone already in his hand from earlier, but he hesitated, fumbling with the camera app as she dove back down, sucking him deeper.

He tried to pull out then, some last shred of reason kicking in, but she wouldn't let him—her hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in as she bobbed faster, too hungry for his young, throbbing cock to stop now. The fear of getting caught—Riley or Nick wandering downstairs, the maid hearing something, neighbors spotting lights—only made it hotter, adrenaline spiking through her veins, her pussy clenching emptily as she imagined the consequences. Ethan lasted barely a minute under her ****; with a choked gasp, he bucked forward, and Julia deepthroated him just in time, feeling his cock pulse as he came hard down her throat, hot spurts filling her mouth in thick waves.

She swallowed greedily, milking every drop, but when he finally staggered back, pulling out with a wet pop, he was still hard—his young refractory period nonexistent, cock bobbing stiff and glistening in the bathroom light. Julia wiped her lips, breathing ragged, the taste of him coating her tongue. She didn't have to do more—the task was complete, proof filming on his phone—but as she knelt there, thighs slick with her own arousal, she wondered if maybe she should let him get off again, bend over the sink and take that virile length inside her, just to chase the high a little further.