A Bet Is A Bet

Daisie and Ryan drag themselves through the door after her sister's dinner party from hell. The minute the lock clicks she's peeling his pants down. "Fuck, you called it," she says, already pumping his cock. "Your prize money's right here." Ryan grins and leans back against the wall while she works her mouth down the shaft. Gagging? Yeah, he feels it—her throat tightens when her lips hit the base and spit runs over his balls in messy strings. She bobs fast, no warm-up, just wet, nasty suction and the occasional swirl of her tongue under the head. Every time she comes up for air his cock's slick and shiny with her spit. She spits on it again anyway and slams back down until her nose presses to his pelvis. Ryan fists her hair, holds her steady, and she takes it—long pulls, throat muscles rippling around him until he empties down her neck with a low grunt. She swallows every drop like it's owed, then looks up with mascara smudged and that smug little smirk.