Rimming runs through 75 Deeper scenes, among them "Amenity", "Lipstick On The Glass" and "Into Temptation". Manuel Ferrara is in 18, Markus Dupree in 13 and Milan Ponjevic in nine. The run begins in 2018 with "Things Worth Having Are Difficult". The overlap with ass to mouth stands out, 4 scenes in common.
She catches him in the act. Hand on the knob, door cracked. One look at what he's doing and she should call security. Instead she steps inside and shuts the door behind her. "Room too tight?" she asks. Voice low. Eyes already on his hands. He doesn't answer, just stares, half-undressed, the girl on the bed still tied and breathing hard. She drops her blazer. Unbuttons the blouse. Kneels without being told. Her mouth takes him deep on the first try. No hesitation. No gag. Just heat and throat and the wet sound of her working him over. She stays there until her eyes water, then pulls off slow, spit stringing from her lip to his cock. "Anything you want," she says. "Front desk perk." He grabs her hair, pushes back in. She takes it. All of it. He fucks her throat until she's choking around him, then yanks her up and spins her toward the bed. She plants her hands on the sheets beside the other girl, already arching her back, already spreading. He doesn't ask. Just spits, lines up, and pushes in. She bites the blanket when he stretches her open. Doesn't stop him. Doesn't slow him down. Every thrust drives her forward until she's braced against the bound girl's thigh, moaning into the mattress while he uses her ass like it was left there for him. He finishes in her mouth. She swallows without being asked, then licks him clean, eyes half-lidded, lips swollen. When he finally steps back, she stays on her knees, breathing through it, a smear of him still on her chin. "Anything else I can get you?" she asks.
She catches him in the act. Hand on the knob, door cracked. One look at what he's doing and she should call security. Instead she steps inside and shuts the door behind her. "Room too tight?" she asks. Voice low. Eyes already on his hands. He doesn't answer, just stares, half-undressed, the girl on the bed still tied and breathing hard. She drops her blazer. Unbuttons the blouse. Kneels without being told. Her mouth takes him deep on the first try. No hesitation. No gag. Just heat and throat and the wet sound of her working him over. She stays there until her eyes water, then pulls off slow, spit stringing from her lip to his cock. "Anything you want," she says. "Front desk perk." He grabs her hair, pushes back in. She takes it. All of it. He fucks her throat until she's choking around him, then yanks her up and spins her toward the bed. She plants her hands on the sheets beside the other girl, already arching her back, already spreading. He doesn't ask. Just spits, lines up, and pushes in. She bites the blanket when he stretches her open. Doesn't stop him. Doesn't slow him down. Every thrust drives her forward until she's braced against the bound girl's thigh, moaning into the mattress while he uses her ass like it was left there for him. He finishes in her mouth. She swallows without being asked, then licks him clean, eyes half-lidded, lips swollen. When he finally steps back, she stays on her knees, breathing through it, a smear of him still on her chin. "Anything else I can get you?" she asks.
