Anita's visit

Ran into Anita Dark in Miami. She came over to my hotel and stepped straight in for a tongue kiss on the balcony. Whoever lived across the street got a hell of a show after that. Her mouth opened first, then everything else followed—hands in my hair, hips pinning me against the rail, tits pressed to my chest while my palm slid under her dress and gripped bare ass. She wasn’t shy about it. Right there in the open air she unzipped me, sank to her knees on the warm concrete and swallowed my cock in one wet slide. Every bob of her head flashed the people opposite; they had a perfect view of her spit-shined lips stretching around me. Didn’t even make it inside. She stood, bent over the railing, yanked her thong aside, and I drove in balls-deep. Sun on our skin, building across from us full of windows—fuck if any of them were empty. Her moans carried down the street while I railed her hard and fast, every thrust shoving her tits over the edge for whoever wanted a closer look.