Vintage trends always come around

Im at a party and I see the vintage man. We go outside to chat. Im standing pretty in my black heels, and my playsuit. He lets me take a cigarette, I lean towards him and he lights it for me. He watches my pursed red lips dragging on my marlboro. "You know I like you" he says "No one looks like you look now". I suggest we go upstairs.

We walk quietly into the bathroom together and lock the door. He grabs my face and pushes my head against the mirror. He pinches my cheeks together and kisses me hard. My lipstick smears across my face and my hand slides down between his legs.

He gestures. I sit on the chair next to the bath. Brown hard wood. I close my eyes and appreciate that exquisite sound of metal clinking and he undoes his belt and unzips his fly. He pulls his cock from his trousers and pushes it into my eager mouth.

I suck and purr and listen to him breath heavily. There is submission and power in what I do to him and he to me. He smells so fucking good. I gag and choke him down until he tells me he's had enough. He redresses. I reapply my lipstick in the mirror and we leave the bathroom together.