“Alone?” Her hand pauses above my flute then drops a diamond ring.
“Ummm…?”
“My soon-to-be-ex is banging his intern somewhere. Want to do New Years with me, girl?”
Grabbing the Dom, we elevator up.
She leaves it naked, dress dangling from a finger.
“Always wanted to do this,” she laughs, strutting down the hall.
Her cum is loud and juicy. I swig champers, then pass it over.
“Fucking fine,” she confesses to the ceiling and drains the bottle.
Giving it an eye, she murmurs, “Well now, there’s an idea…”
Feels appropriate, too.
Out with his old, in with some new.
