Caught In The Moment

James walks in on the young cleaner and stops dead. She’s stark naked on her knees, halfway through polishing the table. Her cheeks flush but she doesn’t grab for clothes; instead, she gives him a grin that says “finally.” She blurts it right out. Been thinking about him nonstop, she admits, got off to the idea of him more times than she can count. She wants him to be the first cock inside her—right here, right now. He swallows, then steps closer. The hard, obvious shape in his trousers brushes her cheek and she makes a pleased sound like she’s already gotten her prize. He presses her onto the couch, spreads her bare legs, and sinks in with one steady push. She’s dripping, tight as a secret, squeezing around every inch like she means to keep it. He doesn’t rush; each slow thrust draws wet, soft noises from her mouth that only make him sink deeper. She clutches his shoulders, whispers how it hurts in the best way, how he feels so much bigger than the fingers she’s practiced with. When he cums, he pulls her hips tight to his and fills her in thick, hot pulses until she’s shaking and gasping his name like a curse turned prayer.