Caught Me Off Guard

Tyler Cruise was straight up creeping on Jupiter Jenson stripping down, phone in hand, when she caught him red-handed. Instead of flipping out, she smirked, tilted her head like she knew she still had it, and offered to suck him off right there on the spot. He didn’t blink—just let his shorts drop and stepped closer. She dropped to her knees, wrapped her lips around him and went to work with this hungry little rhythm, bobbing fast, sloppy, spit running down her chin, taking him deeper with every pass. Her hands stroked whatever her mouth couldn’t handle, slick and warm. Tyler moaned and cursed under his breath, hips twitching every time she swallowed around the head. She kept the pace until he grabbed her hair and told her he was close, and when he finished she stayed put, letting thick ropes paint her face from cheek to lip, dripping down her chin while she licked what she could reach, satisfied and smug like the whole thing was her idea all along.