Dream Dates - Episode 6

She walked in like the world owed her attention, and I was happy to pay up. Katherine Claire—Playboy cover girl, legs like they were drawn by hand. One look told me dinner was off the table and so was any pretense. She dropped her coat, let it slide down her arms, and stood there in nothing but silk and skin that caught every light in the room. The first kiss hit slow, then deeper, her tongue teasing mine like she was tasting something expensive. I pulled her closer; her tits pressed warm against my chest, nipples already tight. She moaned when my hand slipped between her legs and found her already wet, slick heat coating my fingers as I stroked her open. Her breath broke against my neck, low and filthy, hips rolling to ride my touch. Clothes came off fast after that—no patience left for buttons. I bent her over the back of the couch, spread her, and slid inside in one smooth thrust. She gasped, pushed back harder, taking every inch like she’d been waiting all night. Every stroke drew another sound out of her: a curse, a plea, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room. She came hard, clenching around me, nails digging into the cushions, then pulled me down on top of her so she could finish me with her mouth—hot, greedy, swallowing every drop like she’d earned it.