Heres How

Gianna Dior sits back like she owns the room. Jay Hefner closes the space between them, calm, steady, the kind of man who waits until the right moment. When it comes he pulls her down onto him, legs spread over his face, her mouth already on his cock. She works him deep, throat stretching, eyes locked on him like she's testing how far he'll let her go. He answers by driving his tongue up into her, wet and focused, making her hips roll. They move like they know exactly what the other can take. She chokes on him and keeps going, spit running down his shaft, never breaking pace. He grips her ass, tongue working harder. Gianna moans around his cock, the sound low and filthy. He stays locked on her clit, never letting up, pushing her toward the edge while she tries to stay in control. She swallows him deeper. He licks harder. The tension builds. She starts to shake. Jay doesn't stop until she comes on his tongue, thighs tight around his head. He keeps eating her through it. Then he flips her, strokes his cock, and paints her face in thick ropes. She licks her lips, eyes half-lidded, like she's already thinking about round two.