Caught Jerking Off

Robby Apples figured the coast was clear, his hands already doing the overdue maintenance when Lana Smalls walked in. Both froze for a split second, then she shrugged like finding him cock in hand was just another Tuesday. "Don't mind me," she said, crossing the room, and before Robby could tuck himself away, her fingers had replaced his. She tugged his pants down the rest of the way, spat right on his dick, and started stroking with lazy, confident twists. When she licked the head clean on the first pass, Robby let his head thunk back against the headboard and muttered something that might've been a prayer. Lana took that as an invitation, opened wider, and swallowed him to the root, nose pressed into his trimmed hair while he clutched the sheets and muttered about how wrong and how fucking good this felt. She didn't answer, just hummed around his shaft, drool sliding down to his balls, hand working whatever she couldn't keep in her mouth, eyes flicking up at him every time he twitched harder. Soon her cheeks hollowed, rhythm sharpened, and when his thighs started shaking she doubled down, all slick noise and wet suction. Robby came with a hoarse shout, pumping down her throat while she swallowed without pause, a few spilled drops running over her lips before she wiped them off with the back of her hand. "See? All better," she told him, smiling sweetly like she'd just run an errand.