Before the door is closed she’s tearing at his belt, before zeroing in on the zipper and yanking it down, but even in her eagerness she is tender as she reveals his cock, filling with blood and power in her palm.
Hustled into the closet his brain is elsewhere but her lips are warm and inviting and her throat is supple and she’s so fucking pretty, so fucking slutty, with his dick in her mouth and slobber oozing out of the tiny gaps in her self-formed vacuum around his member. Having taken the lead to get him alone, she kneels as a dumb puppet before him, desperate for all he inflicts on her. Those big blue eyes filled with tears of pain and lust. Her chest flushed and heaving.
She splutters and moans for more. He fucks the hole – His hole – holding her face in his hands as his cock thickens and twitches against her tongue.
When he comes he holds her close and she inhales the scent of him as his seed pours down her throat; the taste and sumptuous musk of his body makes her dampen, eager for their next stolen moments.