Scrambled Eggs

Farrah's tits bounce as she spots Logan cracking eggs by the stove. She licks her lips—she wants something way messier than breakfast. Hand shoots out, clamps around his morning wood. She drops to her knees, unzips, and swallows him whole like a woman who hasn't had meat in weeks. Wet gulps fill the kitchen while her throat works every thick inch, spit dripping off her chin onto the tile. Logan grabs the counter, hips jerking as Farrah sucks like she's trying to win a medal. Then his balls twitch—he rips out and unloads, fat ropes splattering across her cleavage before she catches the rest on her tongue and swallows it down with a grin.