Cleo and Max sat side by side on the worn-in couch, the room bathed in the soft glow of a single table lamp. Cleo's skirt, an atlas print that hugged her curves like a second skin, shimmered in the low light as she shifted her position, her thigh brushing against Max's. She leaned back, her arms stretching above her head, drawing his attention to the way the material clung to her body.
"You know what I love about this skirt?" she murmured, her voice low and sultry. She began to move her hips in a slow, deliberate grind, pressing herself against him. Her eyes never left his, challenging him to meet her gaze.
Max swallowed hard, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "What's that?" he asked, his voice hoarse.
"The way it feels against your dick," she whispered, her lips brushing against his ear. Her hand snaked between them, her fingers deftly undoing his pants. She slipped her hand inside, her cool fingers wrapping around him.
Max sucked in a breath, his hips jerking involuntarily. Cleo's eyes sparkled with amusement. "You like that, don't you?" she asked, her voice a teasing purr. "The way I take control."
She leaned down, her mouth hovering just above the tip of him. Her breath was warm, her lips soft as they closed around him. She sucked gently, her tongue swirling around him. Max groaned, his hands reaching for the back of her head, pulling her closer.
Cleo allowed him to guide her, letting him thrust in and out of her mouth. She reached up, her fingers gently cupping his balls, massaging them as she continued to suck. Her other hand gripped the base of him, her fingers tightening as she increased her pace.
Max's breath came in short, sharp gasps. Cleo pulled back, her lips glistening. "You know what I really love?" she asked, her voice husky. "Sucking you off. Feeling you lose control."
Max was unable to hold back any longer. With a groan, he grabbed Cleo's head, thrusting deep into her throat. She kept her mouth open, allowing him to finish on her face.
Cleo wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a playful smirk on her lips. "You're such a messy boy," she said, her voice filled with amusement. She adjusted her skirt, her hips swaying as she stood up. "I'll be in the shower if you need me."
With a wink, she walked away, leaving Max sitting on the couch, his pants still undone, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. He watched her go, his mind filled with the memory of her lips around him, her tongue swirling, her eyes sparkling with challenge.
He knew one thing for sure - this was going to be one hell of a job.
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