Balkon Action… Doggy B**wjob…

from Mrs. Fiestaa

"It tastes better outside." I was already halfway into his apartment when he simply grabbed me—quietly, firmly. His hand on my neck, his gaze deep, hot. "Not inside. Here." I gasped. "On the balcony?" He pushed me through the open door. The floor was cool beneath my feet, the wind caught my dress. No neighbors in sight—but that didn't mean anything. He roughly turned me around, shoved me against the railing. I placed my hands on the cold metal bars. My dress rode up, my bottom exposed. I knew what he saw—and I wanted him to see it. His hand slapped my cheek—not my face. A hot slap. I moaned, biting my lip so no one would hear. "Say it," he growled softly in my ear. "I want it this way," I whispered. "Rough. Out here. Now." He knelt behind me, his feet opening me, examining me—warm, wet, receptive. Then I felt his tongue. I flinched, gripping the railing tightly. Damn. His tongue was greedy. Wild. Fast. He knew exactly how to destroy me. I breathed in gasps, a mixture of lust and fear that someone might see us. And then he stood up. I turned—already knowing what he wanted. I slowly went down on my knees, standing on the balcony, among the plants. The wind ruffled my hair as I freed him from his pants. Hard. Thick. Pulsating. I took him in my mouth. Slowly. Deeply. My tongue circled him, my lips pulled at him, I felt him tense. His hand in my hair. Not a gentle caress—a grip. A quiet command. I let him slide deeper, let him set the pace. I was willing. Greedy. "Open your mouth," he growled. I looked up at him. And did it. 😈🤤