Picking her up

Zack hit the gas out to the airport, strapped for time. That flight rolled up with Chary Kiss in it, all curves and smirk, and he steered her straight to his place. His bedroom’s warm and quiet, sheets inviting. Cocky move? Maybe. Hard to fault the guy though. Chary eats attention, craves dick like nothing else, and she’s no tease. One scorching night of filthy fun it is. She’s the kind you don’t share conversations with, you trade sweat and moaned filthy encouragement back and forth. The moment the door shuts, she slides those legs apart, tongue tracing her own lips like she’s advertising exactly what’s next.