Paper Route

Penny’s pacing her living room in that thin little dress, sunlight striping her skin like it knows what’s coming. She fires off a quick text to the guy who drops her papers every morning, Apollo Banks. He answers fast: he’s on his way. When he walks in, they lock eyes and the air cracks. Hands grab, hips press, mouths find each other. Penny breaks it just long enough to walk him to the couch and sit him down. She’s older, she says. Doesn’t want anyone thinking she’s taking advantage. What if the neighbors see their paperboy stepping out with her? Apollo doesn’t buy it. He reminds her of every hungry look, every late drop-off that turned into a longer conversation, and how neither of them can quit wanting the other. She melts, pulls him in, and they sink into each other right there on the cushions. Clothes come off fast. Her big tits bounce free and he’s got his hands full, fingers slipping between her thighs while she strokes him. They flip into a hot 69, her mouth sliding down his length while his tongue works her wet pussy. She rides his face, moaning around his cock, until the need to fuck takes over. She climbs on, takes him deep, tits swinging, and they grind until they’re both shaking and spent.