Birthday surprise

Simon peeled that stupid cop uniform off his shoulders the second the stage lights died. His skin still smelled like baby oil and sweat. Mary-Kate leaned back against the table, lipstick smeared, legs crossed like she’d been plotting this all night. She was sixty but moved like someone who’d won at life, not lost it. ‘Told them I’d be at the bar,’ she said, and flicked the side of her glass. Ice rattled. He laughed low in his throat, stepped in close. She grabbed his waistband, pulled. Fabric slid over the ridge of his cock until he sprang free—thick, heavy, already tipping upward. She stared, half-smirked, and wrapped cool fingers around him. ‘Sixty looks damn good on you,’ he told her. ‘Save the lines,’ she answered, thumb swirling the bead at the tip. ‘I paid extra.’ He bent, lips to her ear, voice a rumble. ‘Then I’m going to give you the show you bought.’ Mary-Kate tugged her skirt up to her hips, stockings dark against bare skin. No underwear. Just smooth, hot flesh and the gleam of arousal. Simon dropped to his knees, parted her with his thumbs, tongue dragging slow over her clit. Her hips jerked. She dug fingers into his short hair, kept him there. He licked. He sucked. He groaned like tasting her was the best line on his script. She dragged him up by the hair, pushed his cock between her thighs, guided him in with one long, steady push. The first thrust shoved the table back an inch. She hissed through her teeth, eyes wide, pulse pounding at her throat. Simon’s abs tightened. He grabbed her under one knee, lifted, drove deeper. The smack of skin filled the room—wet, rhythmic, shameless. Mary-Kate met every stroke, heels locked behind his back. Her walls fluttered, clamped, tried to drag the come right out of him, and he slowed, grinding tight circles so she had to bite her lip to stay quiet. ‘Don’t hold out,’ he muttered, sweat sliding down his chest. Her breath hitched. Her body locked. Then she broke—shuddering, gushing around him, a low guttural sound ripping free. Simon felt the squeeze deep in his gut, let himself go, hips stuttering as he pumped every thick, hot pulse straight into her. Cum leaked down her thighs before he’d even pulled out. Outside, music thudded. Inside, the room smelled like sex and expensive perfume. She tugged her skirt back down, grin crooked. ‘Best surprise I’ve had all decade.’ He grinned back, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. ‘Good. Because the encore’s free if you want it.’