One Last Time

Elias Cash shows up at Molly Manning’s door with a line he rehearsed in the car—he’s got a girlfriend now, they haven’t even done it, so this little fling has to end. Molly listens, nods like she’s taking it all in, then tugs his belt open before he finishes the sentence. “One last time,” she says, sinking to her knees, and her mouth closes around him right there in the hallway. She works slow and deliberate, taking him deep, tongue swirling, saliva running down her chin while her experienced hands stroke everything she can’t swallow. Elias groans, already forgetting the girlfriend’s name. Molly pauses just long enough to wink up at him. “Think she’ll ever learn this trick?” Then she dives back in, cheeks hollowing, throat relaxing, until he bucks and spills down her throat with a loud, helpless whimper. When she stands, lips shiny and satisfied, she gives his softening cock a playful pat. “Call me when you figure out who’s really better.” The door clicks shut behind him, and Elias knows, girlfriend or not, this won’t be the last time.