Apostle Café

Damian sat alone in the quiet café, idly scrolling through videos on his phone when the door opened with a cautious creak. A familiar face peeked in first, half-hidden behind dark shades and a neatly tied headscarf.

It was Judge Helen Vance.

Only after confirming the café was empty did she slip inside, shutting the door behind her and locking it with a quick, practiced motion.

Damian lowered his phone calmly, his gaze sweeping over her in a brief, measured assessment. Even with the scarf and shades, her identity was unmistakable to him.

"Try a face mask next time. The lower half of your face is quite... distinct, you know," he said, his tone light, edged with teasing suggestion.

A faint blush spread across her cheeks at his words.

The past two weeks had been unbearable for her. When she heard Damian had been shot, something inside her had spiraled. What began as concern had twisted into something far more consuming. She had tried to bury it, distract herself, even return to old routines she had long abandoned, but nothing lasted. The thoughts lingered. The pull remained.

Now, standing before him again, all that restraint felt fragile.

’If only I were younger...’ the thought slipped through her mind before she forced it away.

She composed herself and walked over, taking the seat beside him instead of the one across the table where her drink rested untouched.

Her hand settled gently over his, while the other rose to his chest, pressing lightly as if searching for reassurance. Damian did not pull away. He let her remain, let her feel the steady rise and fall beneath her palm.

"Does it hurt?" she asked softly.

He shook his head. "I’m tougher than I look. You don’t have to worry about little things like this."

But her attention had already drifted. Her gaze lingered on his lips as he spoke, her focus slipping despite herself.

"I’m sorry," she whispered, her voice unsteady. "I can’t hold it any longer."

Before he could respond, she leaned in, closing the distance between them, her lips pressing against his in a sudden, desperate kiss. Their bodies pressed close in the narrow row of seats. Their lips crashed together in a fierce kiss, tongues thrusting deep into each other’s mouths as hands roamed urgently over clothing.

Helen’s breath came hot and ragged against Damian’s face, her nails digging into his shoulders.

She bit down hard on his lower lip, teeth sinking in until blood welled up, a sharp metallic tang flooding their kiss. Damian didn’t pull away; instead, he gripped her hair tighter, forcing their mouths to stay locked. Blood mixed with their saliva, slick and warm, as they sucked and licked at each other, the coppery flavor intensifying their hunger.

She lapped at the cut, drawing more blood onto her tongue while Damian groaned into her mouth, his cock hardening painfully against his zipper.

Her hand slid down his chest, fingers fumbling with his belt before yanking the zipper of his trousers open. Damian’s thick cock sprang free, rigid and throbbing in the cool air of the cafe. Helen broke the kiss just long enough to glance down, her eyes darkening with lust, then she leaned over, wrapping her lips around the swollen head without a word.

She sucked him deep, her mouth hot and wet, tongue swirling around the shaft as she bobbed her head. Saliva dripped down his length, coating his balls as she took him fully into her throat, gagging slightly but pushing on.

Damian’s hips bucked involuntarily, one hand pressing her head down while the other clutched the edge of the table. Helen pulled back to lick along the underside, then dipped lower, taking his heavy balls into her mouth one at a time. She sucked them firmly, rolling them on her tongue, her hand stroking his slick cock in rhythm.

Damian’s breath hitched, his muscles tensing as pressure built.

"Fuck, Helen," he muttered, but she ignored him, sucking harder on his balls before returning to his cock.

She deepthroated him again, cheeks hollowing with each pull, until he couldn’t hold back. His cock pulsed, shooting thick ropes of cum straight down her throat. Helen swallowed every drop, her throat working around him, milking him dry as she hummed in satisfaction. She finally released him with a wet pop, licking her lips clean of any stray cum.

Without pausing, Helen shifted in the cramped space between the table and seat, hiking up her skirt and straddling Damian’s lap. The booth creaked under their weight, but she didn’t care, guiding his still-hard cock to her soaked pussy and sinking down onto him in one swift motion. She gasped as he filled her completely, her walls clenching around his thickness. 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

Helen began riding him hard, her hips grinding and bouncing despite the limited room. Her hands moved to her blouse, fingers popping buttons open one by one until the fabric parted. Her large, saggy breasts spilled out, heavy and swaying with each thrust. Damian’s eyes locked on them, and he leaned forward, capturing one nipple in his mouth. He sucked greedily, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh while his hands kneaded the soft, pendulous mounds, pinching and squeezing.

She rode him faster, pussy gripping his cock tightly, juices soaking his trousers. Damian switched to the other breast, sucking harder, his tongue flicking the nipple as he played with the first, rolling it between his fingers. Helen’s moans filled the empty cafe, her body slamming down onto him repeatedly.

The tension coiled in Damian’s core until it snapped. He thrust up deep, cock erupting inside her, flooding her pussy with hot cum. Helen’s body spasmed violently, her orgasm ripping through her as she clamped down on him.

She hugged him tight, arms wrapping around his head, pulling his face deep into the valley of her breasts. A raw scream tore from her throat, muffled against his skin, her whole frame shaking as waves of pleasure pulsed through her.