A Bet Is A Bet

Daisie and Ryan stumble home after that shit-show of a family dinner. He'd called it hours ago—bet her twenty bucks her sister would stay a total cunt the whole night. Turns out he was right, and Daisie isn't the type to welch on a debt. The second the door shuts behind them she drops to her knees like she's been counting down the minutes. Belt undone, cock already half-hard from the trash-talking, she wraps her fingers around him and sinks down until her nose smushes against his pelvis. No warm-up, no hesitation—just a hot, wet throat pulsing around every inch while she chokes and gags like she wants him lodged in her airway. Ryan groans, one hand buried in her hair, the other braced against the wall. Her eyes tear up but stay locked on his, smug little noises slipping out around the stretch of her lips. Spit runs down his shaft, coating his balls, and every time she pulls back a string of saliva snaps between her swollen mouth and his dripping head. She dives right back in, deeper, working that throat like it's personal. He finishes with a low, filthy grunt, pumping thick loads straight down her gullet while she swallows every drop and keeps sucking until he's shaking. When she finally pulls off, her lips are shiny, chin glistening, and she's grinning like she just won twice.