Old Romance

The second Blade clocks Briana at the parlor door he swears he knows that face. Once they're on the couch catching up, it hits him—she used to live right next door when they were kids. By the time her slippery hands start sliding down his back he tells her she was always the hottest girl on the block. Briana laughs, admits she used to touch herself thinking about him every single night, then pulls a towel over his eyes “so you relax.” That towel’s the green light; she strips, pours the Nuru gel all over her tits and stomach, and climbs right onto his ass. Skin slick with oil, she flips him, mounts his face for a quick grind on his tongue, then rocks backward until her wet pussy swallows every inch of his cock in one slow, hungry drop. She rides him deep, bouncing with zero hesitation, squeezing around him like she’s wanted it for years, both of them grunting loud while the oil squelches between their bodies.