Climb The Mountain And Touch The Sky

Sky felt every cheat, and when she caught her ex swapping spit with the barmaid she said screw that and ran off looking for real food. She landed in Danny Mountain’s bed—call it a switch and bait, the best bite she’d taken in months. Danny hoisted her up on the counter, shoved her panties sideways, and licked her like he’d skipped dessert on purpose. She grabbed his hair, legs clamped around his ears, and did some positive work herself: mouth open on his cock, sloppy, loud, saliva stringing down her chin while she chuckled through the mess. He flipped her over the sink, smacked the pale ass waiting for it, and slid straight inside until she bucked against the cold porcelain. They moved like they’d both been starving—skin smacking, his hands hauling her hips, her moans bouncing off the tile—until he grunted, pushed in deep, and she came hard, shoulders shaking with the kind of laugh that only follows an unexpected second course.