Evening. The rental goes back tomorrow, but that's a problem for tomorrow. Right now I'm on the couch, one arm draped along the back, the TV murmuring in the corner, and Hester's on her knees between my legs with my cock in her mouth. Easy rhythm. No rush.
I rest a hand on the back of her head, fingers threading through her hair while she works. She glances up at me — that worshipful look she gets, patient as a clock — and keeps going, tongue curling along the underside, cheeks hollowing. Casual. Domestic. Same as brushing her teeth.
My eyes stay on the ceiling, but my mind isn't here.
*Alright. The list. Let's run the list.*
*The cars.* I can't keep renting every time I need to move. I need my own wheels, and Katie needs hers. With the school, there'll be a lot of back and forth — contractors, inspectors, staff interviews. Two cars, bought proper. A practical errand, nothing more.
