A Sexy Friday Night

Friday night lights up Alegra’s phone. She’s beaming like a goofball waiting for the fun to kick off. Then Leslie strolls in and her grin flips. He catches those brown curls in his fist, drops her onto the mattress. Warm tongue circles her little nipples until they pop. They’re already sticky with spit—his hand, her fist—sliding everywhere, tugging fast, no rush, no mercy. Every move says let’s see how fast this perfect mess goes sideways.