Nikki Delano

Nikki Delano eats this shit up. If you haven't seen her wreck a porn scene, you know her from the cam shows where she says whatever she wants. Maybe you've caught her on the radio show or followed her million tweets. Maybe you're about to catch her in person—store signing at your local smut shop. She rolls in early, still got a chunk of time before the doors open. Figures she'll check out the store. Fifteen feet in and she spots the video arcade doors. Fuck it, why not? Three seconds in the dim hallway and dicks start popping out the glory holes like they're on a timer. Not the kind that looks polite about it. Fat ones. Dark ones. Nikki's a size queen and the color matches—she picks the thickest, deepest dick she sees and drops to her knees without a word. She wraps one hand around the shaft like she's sizing it up, then starts slobbering loud and messy. Strokes with her fist, spits on the head, moans around it like she forgot where she is. Her mascara starts running before she even gets a rhythm going. She sucks that dick like she’s on the clock, jaw aching, tits jiggling every time she gags herself deeper. She keeps the suction wet, keeps both hands moving, and when he finally blows, she opens wide, tongue out, letting the cum paint her face while the rest of the arcade watches through their own slots. She wipes her mouth on her wrist, laughs once, then straightens her top and heads back to the front of the store. Fans are already lining up. Nikki looks like she didn't miss a beat.