Veruca James helps her man unwind

Jon Jon's dealing with killer stress from a couple business deals gone sideways, so his girl Veruca James pulls him close. "Get your ass inside," she tells him. "I got something way better than aspirin." They stumble through the door and Veruca drops straight to her knees, unzipping him before the lock clicks shut. She grabs the base of his thick cock with one hand and works her tongue up the shaft, slow and wet, then sucks the head like she's trying to pull the tension right out of him. Jon Jon groans, hands knotting in her dark hair while she takes him deeper each time, gagging just enough to make his balls tighten. She looks up with a filthy little grin, spit running down her chin, then stands, strips off her shorts and bends over the arm of the couch, ass up, already wet and ready. Jon slides in hard from behind, gripping her hips, pounding away, every stroke shoving the deal stress further from his head. Veruca keeps pushing back against him, moaning loud, telling him to fuck her harder, make it count. He slaps her ass red, buries himself to the hilt over and over until they both finish ragged and breathless, and all he can do is laugh low because whatever the numbers looked like on paper, Veruca just handled his biggest problem without breaking a sweat.