There’s a long list of terrible things that she’s done in her life. She stole a tube of lipstick from the drug store when she was in the 6th grade, hooked up with her roommate’s crush on her birthday, lied to her mom about having to work so that she didn’t have to go home for Christmas, and now she’s fucking one of her clients, who also happens to be a married man.
She thinks stealing the object of her roommate’s affection tops that list.
Before the door to her condo even closed, her hands were deftly working his belt undone and shoving his leather jacket to the floor, and his tongue was in her mouth. She got his pants open and his cock in her hands within two minutes before pushing him back to land on her chaise.
Now he’s under her, upright, one long leg thrown off to the side, big black boot planted firmly on the hardwoods, and she’s working her hands up under his t-shirt, pushing her body down until her mouth is on his skin.