Her longing glance in yoga. Another cooling off. Sitting in the bar, drinking something pink, that counts as three.
The apartment’s monochrome, fat-money bare. I kiss her hard before the door closes.
“Shower?” she worries.
I push her down instead and strip her naked. Lips, neck, tits, I work the riches. Trailing bites across her belly, I give her plump waxed pussy a slap just because. I make her cum loud and hard.
The front door opens as I’m leaving.
“I’m home, hun… wait, you are…?”
“Just someone lending a hand.”
Taking the stairs, I sniff my fingers.
And smile.
