WORK DISTRACTIONS — V. GARZA
WARNINGS : Pure smut!! Valeria is so exhausted from work, and all she wants is u to make her feel good. poor baby needs a break from all the cartel bullshit .. First time writing for valeria !! hardly proofread.
“Fuck—“ She lets out an exhale, brows scrunched together as her legs threaten to lock around your head. She wouldn’t mind the sight, and she knows you wouldn’t mind the feeling, but that isn’t the point. She’s never felt this good in ages.
Your eyes peer up at her through your lashes, face glistening with her slick, like an award you get to parade around in because you made a mess out of Valeria. “Mhff..” Is all you can manage to get out, besides the obscene slurping and whimpers coming from your plush lips. You’re making more noise than she is. Thats almost silly.
Calloused fingers continue to type against the keyboard, hips jerking against your face every now and then—poor baby, she’s sensitive. As tough as she is, it’ll never matter when it comes to eating her out. She’s just pent up. That’s all.
“Dios Mío—“ The accent slip, her fingers momentarily stalling as a hand slips down to pull your face closer to her cunt. “Right— Ugh.. Fuck.” She groans, legs tightening. She’s getting there, inch by inch—lick by lick, actually. Her fingers tighten against your scalp.
Her lips twitch, subtle pants escaping her lips. Is this really all it takes to get her to cum? Just a few licks and she’s trembling? A shocker, really—you figured it’d take ages for her to finish. At the same time it also makes sense why it’s all happening so fast. She hasn’t done this in ages.
“Right there.. doin’ so good, cariño.” Her voice is nothing but a rasp, hand massaging your scalp before it freezes. She can feel her jaw going slack, brows furrowing together. It feels so much better than she thought it would—fuck, she’s got to give you credit for that.
It comes crashing without a warning, but then a string of grunts escaping her as you continue to flick your tongue exactly where it needed to be, riding her through her orgasm. Sure, she’s not too vocal—not a huge moaner, but you’ve gotta admit that the grunts are attractive.
You look up at her, chin coated in a mixture of saliva and her juices. She looks like she just seen something out of this world, eyes blown slightly wide, chest heaving just enough to where you could notice it. You did a good job, thats for sure.
“Atta girl..” She breathes out, running her fingers through your hair. “did that.. so well, pretty girl.” she praises, but then she momentarily pauses, like she’s thinking. You hate when she thinks, only sometimes, though.