Some Extra Convincing

Tony walks in and freezes. Millie Morgan’s already there, on his floor, kneeling beside a big, blue mattress like she’s planning a picnic. He drops his keys and sighs. Turns out the guy owns a handful of massage shops. Turns out Millie sells the slippery stuff—Nuru gel, they call it. She keeps pitching him. He keeps shutting her down. Today she’s done talking. She wants one chance to show him. He strips, still muttering that this is the dumbest thing he’ll ever try. Millie climbs on top, pours the gel, and slides her whole body over him—slow, skin-on-skin, boobs brushing his back, legs straddling his hips. Blonde hair sticks to her cheeks; her natural tits drag warm trails across his shoulders. Tony’s skeptical grin lasts about three minutes. Then his cock stands straight up and he stops pretending. They flip into 69 without a word. She swallows him while he tongues her, both of them shining under thick, warm lube. Fingers slip inside her, and she rocks on his hand until she’s gasping around his shaft. A moment later she’s back on top, easing him in, riding him in long, wet strokes. He grabs her hips, and she leans down, blonde hair falling into his face, tits bouncing in his palms. They laugh once, then fuck like they both forgot why they started. Turns out, Tony’s a believer now.