2:07 a.m.
The window is wide open tonight, curtains fluttering like they’re waving me in.
I step inside and there she is, exactly where she promised.
On her knees in the middle of the bedroom rug, naked, back straight, palms on her thighs, eyes already glazed with hunger. Moonlight paints silver stripes across her t**s and the curve of her hips. My c**k jerks against my zipper before I even close the window.
She doesn’t speak.
She just licks her lips and waits.
I walk straight to her, slow, letting the anticipation build. When I’m right in front of her I stop, unzip, and pull my c**k out. It’s rock-hard, leaking, angry red at the tip.
“Open.”
Her mouth falls open instantly, tongue out like a perfect little slut.
I don’t go gentle. I fist her hair, tilt her head back, and feed ever
