Sofia found Cecil slumped on the cold bathroom tiles, his back against the bathtub, knees drawn up to his chest. The glass of whiskey in his hand had long since emptied, and his eyes were glassy, unfocused. She stepped over the towel he'd thrown aside hours ago, her bare feet silent on the marble. The air smelled of stale alcohol and something sour—Sofia wrinkled her nose.
"You look like shit," she said, crouching down in front of him. She didn't touch him, just studied the hollows under his cheekbones, the way his fingers trembled around the glass.
Cecil let out a wet laugh. "And you look like trouble."
Sofia smirked. "I am." She reached out, plucking the glass from his grip and setting it aside. "You're not going to do it."
"Don't know why not." His voice was rough, like gravel underfoot. "Nothing left to live for."
She rolled her eyes. "Bullshit. You've got a life, a fucking apartment in the city, and a dick that still works. You're just being dramatic."
Cecil blinked at her, then burst out laughing, a real sound this time, deep and rusty. "You're something else, kid."
Sofia leaned back on her heels. "I'm not a kid. I'm eighteen. And I'm here to remind you that life is worth sticking around for." She stood up, stripping off her tank top in one motion, letting it fall to the floor. Her tits were small but perky, her nipples already hard in the cool air. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties and shimmied them down her hips, stepping out of them.
Cecil's laughter died in his throat. His eyes roamed over her, dark and hungry.
Sofia sauntered closer, her bare ass brushing against the edge of the sink. "You want to fuck me?"
Cecil swallowed hard. "You don't know what you're asking."
"I know exactly what I'm asking." She spread her legs slightly, giving him a glimpse of her glistening pussy.
Cecil groaned, his hand flying to the bulge in his jeans. He unzipped himself, pulling out his cock, thick and flushed. Sofia licked her lips.
"Get on your knees," she ordered, her voice low and commanding.
Cecil obeyed, shuffling closer until his face was level with her pussy. Sofia tangled her fingers in his hair, guiding him forward. His tongue flicked out, tentative at first, then with more confidence. She gasped as he lapped at her, his beard scraping against her inner thighs. She ground against his face, fucking his mouth.
"Fuck yes," she moaned, her hips jerking. "Just like that. Lick that pussy like you mean it."
Cecil moaned against her, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her closer. Sofia rode his face, her juices dripping down his chin. She could feel his cock twitching against her leg, desperate for attention.
"Enough," she panted, pushing him back. She straddled his lap, her wet pussy hovering over his cock. "Fuck me, Cecil."
He didn't need to be told twice. He lined himself up and thrust up into her, filling her completely. Sofia cried out, her nails digging into his shoulders. He was big, stretching her open, and she loved every second of it.
Cecil started slow, his hips rolling in deep, measured strokes. Sofia met him thrust for thrust, her tits bouncing with each movement. She leaned down, biting his lip. "Fuck me harder, you old man. Show me you've still got it."
Cecil growled, flipping her onto her back on the cold tiles. He pulled out, then slammed back into her, his balls slapping against her ass. Sofia screamed, her back arching off the ground. He pistoned in and out of her, his cock hitting her g-spot with every thrust.
"Oh god, you're gonna make me cum," she whimpered, her pussy clenching around him.
"Cum for me, baby," Cecil grunted, his pace becoming erratic. "I wanna feel that tight little cunt squeeze my dick."
Sofia's orgasm crashed over her, her vision whiting out as pleasure radiated from her core. She could feel her pussy gushing around him, her juices coating his cock. Cecil groaned, his thrusts becoming jerky. He buried himself deep and came with a guttural cry, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum.
They collapsed onto the floor, panting and sweaty, their bodies entwined. Sofia rested her head on Cecil's chest, listening to his heartbeat slow down.
"You feel better?" she asked, a smirk playing on her lips.
Cecil chuckled, kissing the top of her head. "Yeah. Yeah, I do."
Sofia propped herself up on her elbow, looking at him. "Good. Because I'm not done with you yet." She reached down, wrapping her hand around his semi-hard cock. "We've got all night, old man. Let's see how many times I can make you cum."