You’ve Got A Deal

A back room in the restaurant served as a kind of makeshift office with a variety of filing cabinets, safes, and adding machines. A desk sat in the far side of the room, but it was on a soft velvet couch pushed back against the left wall that Tina Swift spread her legs wide as the Chinese gentleman ate her sopping pussy. She'd always had a thing for Asians.

Bruce's tongue swirled over her hard, protruding clitoris, his fingers dipping in and out of her, her wetness gathering as he gained speed. She fisted a hand in his dark hair and pulled him up to her face to exchange sloppy, moist kisses. She could taste herself on him, a sweet and tangy flavor, something that only turned her on more.

"I didn't know you worked here, Bruce," she said, breaking their kiss. The man smiled back at her, wiping off some of the juices that glistened around his lips with his sleeve.

"There's a lot of things you don't know about me, Tina. For instance, I bet you didn't know my parents owned this place," he replied.

"What? Why didn't you tell me?" she said, stroking his face with one hand.

"You never asked. All you ever ask me for are answers for our exams. Speaking of which, did I miss much in class today?" he said.

Bruce sat next to Tina in more than one of her classes, and they had achieved a kind of scholarly friendship over the last semester, one that consisted mostly of study groups and Bruce tutoring her on just about every subject the university had to offer. Tina had been desiring to take their casual friendship to the next level for a few weeks. What a coincidence that she had run into him! However, it seemed like a good day for coincidences.

"Maybe. I'll make you a deal, Brucie. You make me cum, and I'll let ya see my notes," she said, her lips curling impishly. Bruce laughed.

"You've got a deal," he said and began to kiss down her neck and chest.