Making the Drop - Sex Stories

Making the Drop

... mix of my body's fluids and his cum was a delight, a dessert worth creating right. I sucked greedily, loving how his tool softened and then went limp. Only then did I release him. When I had squatted, his cum ran from my pussy and pooled onto the floor under my body. I looked down at it and could not help from grinning. We both loved seeing that. He was already tucking his cock back in his pants. "Quick one tonight," he said. "Yeah, well that's good, I can use some sleep." "Wednesday, I think. Another deal, another drop." "Right. Don't forget Tuesday," I reminded him probably unnecessarily. He nodded. I left, back in my car, and sighed heavily. Just another night as a mobster's moll. I had to grin as I lit up my final cigarette of the night, and exhaled in my car. Can't say I was disappointed with my life. I patted the envelope his boys had left in my car, my usual fee. Life was pretty good.