Bitchcraft

Lexi Luna plants her feet on the hardwood and drops to her knees like it’s nothing. She pops Codey’s zipper, fishes him out, and stretches her pretty lips around the thick shaft without even a hello. One hand steadies his hip; the other works the fat base she can’t quite swallow. Wet sounds fill the kitchen as she bobs her head, spit dripping down to her chin, but she never misses a beat. Codey grabs a fistful of hair and pushes deeper. She looks up, cheeks hollowed, and takes every inch until her nose brushes his belt. He grunts, hips jerk, and she yanks him free right at the edge. Thick ropes slap across her cheek, over her parted lips, and the last heavy spurt lands across the bridge of her nose. Cum glistens on her skin while she smirks, licking the corner of her mouth like she’s just won a bet.