Midnight Sun

Cameron Taylor, the tanning salon attendant, melts at the sight of a man in a sharp suit. Michael Steel, sharp as his name, indulges her every whim. He stands still as she unbuttons his crisp shirt with trembling fingers, peeling away the fabric to reveal the hard lines of his chest. Her lips follow, tracing salt-kissed skin, hungry and precise. She drops to her knees, freeing his thickening cock from tailored pants. It springs free, rigid and demanding. Cameron takes him deep, her mouth a warm, slick haven, tongue swirling along the veined shaft until he groans, hips bucking. But she craves more. Rising, she guides him to the tanning bed, shedding her own clothes in a haste of need. Michael flips her onto all fours, his suit jacket still slung over broad shoulders like a conqueror's cape. He thrusts into her ass, slow at first, stretching her with exquisite burn, then faster, pounding with relentless rhythm. She arches, gasping, as he fills her completely, their bodies slick with sweat under the salon's dim glow.