Nicole Aniston The Female of the Species

Nicole’s body cuts through the room. She tells her boy toy to keep his cool while the executor spells out her husband’s will. She sits, legs spread, letting him bury his face. Her hips roll. She takes his cock in her mouth and works the shaft, tongue flat, throat open, spit dripping. The will is read; she never stops. When the executor leaves, she swings a leg over and rides, cowgirl, leaning forward to grind her clit on each downstroke. The pace picks up. Sweat beads, skin slaps, she takes every inch. He flips her into a sixty-nine, her mouth still full, ass in the air. She swallows the first rush, keeps sucking until he’s empty, then lies back and catches the last ropes across her tits. Blonde hair sticks to her flushed skin. Year 2018. She owns every move.