She Done Him Wrong

A troublemaker knows that getting off easy will mean a guilty plea and a slap on the wrist with handcuffs. Octavia Red stands in the dim light, breasts heavy, nipples tight. Blonde hair falls over her shoulder. She goes down on Manuel Ferrara, lips stretching around him. Her bush presses against her thigh as she works her mouth deeper. He grabs a fistful of that pale hair and holds her still. She gags, eyes watering, but her tongue keeps moving. He pushes forward until his balls rest on her chin. Octavia Red pulls back just long enough to breathe, saliva stringing from her lips. She takes him again, slower now, savoring the weight on her tongue. Manuel Ferrara watches her cheeks hollow with every stroke. Tension builds in the room. She does not beg. She knows what she wants. He finally gives it. Cum floods her mouth in thick pulses. She swallows, lips sealed around him until nothing is left. The scene ends with her wiping her chin and smiling like she won the case.