Reward For Helping Out

Rachael Cavalli walks straight into the room and drops to her knees like she's been waiting for this. Elias Cash leans back on the couch, shorts already down, cock half-hard and waiting. She spits on the head, wraps her lips around it, and sinks down slow, taking every inch until her nose presses his stomach. She pulls back messy, strings of spit stretching from her bottom lip to his dick, then dives right back in. No teasing, just wet, loud, throat-deep work—gagging, slurping, letting drool pour down his balls. Her mascara starts to run. She moans around him like she loves the taste, hands busy stroking what her mouth can't swallow. Every few pumps she pulls off just long enough to gasp for air, then slams back down, tongue flat against the underside, sucking hard like she wants to drain him right there. The sound of it fills the room—wet, filthy, and loud.