She entered the house. Turning on the landing, she sees him standing there, with all but a shirt on. His smile melts the inner soul of her body. The temptation, the need, she can't hold back. She won't hold back. His cock is hers for the taking.
Leaning on the one step up to the kitchen, she takes hold of his cock. His hand going through her hair. Opening her mouth, his cock slides in. Still somewhat limp, but hardens with each suck. With each tongue lash on his shaft. Her eyes close, then open, but looking at pubic hair and skin, she closes them again. Envisioning what is yet to come.
Knowing full well he is looking down at her as she takes it deeper into her mouth. Watching with each movement her head makes. Fucking his cock with her mouth. The sounds one makes when sucking are vibrant.
His hand reaching down her sweatshirt she has on. Rubbing the outside of her bra. Her nipples perk up. Trying to keep her arm from interfering with his grasp. Taking a deep breath. As this excites her.
His hand makes its way under the silk material of her bra. Pinching, so softly but so sensually, that she feels her pants start to get moist.
Sucking harder, letting his cock out of her mouth, her saliva keeping it wet. The feeling that he is about to release his cum into her mouth. Not yet she thinks, not yet.
She stops. Kicking off her shoes. Walking up the steps, following him into his bedroom. As she passes the kitchen, she drops her jacket.