Tender Touch

Christie Stevens sizes up Logan on the table. Birthday boy. His buddies paid for the happy ending and she isn’t about to phone it in. She slathers warm oil over every inch of him, hands gliding, and he cracks that it’s the best birthday already. She just smirks and lets her fingers drift lower until his cock springs up thick and ready. No hesitation. Christie drops to her knees at the side of the table, plump lips stretched wide around that fat shaft, spit and oil running down his balls while she works him with sloppy, hungry sucks. Logan’s hips jerk, hand tangled in her hair, and she hums around every inch like it’s her favorite popsicle. When he goes off, he floods her mouth in heavy pulses she has to gulp down fast. Tongue out, glossy lips still smiling, she swallows the last drop and gives the head a playful lick. Some birthday gifts leave a mark. This one he’ll feel for days.