Jezebel Jones

Some things belong in Vegas and some don't—like Ms. Jezebel Jones riding out of town with the miles stretching behind her. This Vegas mom came to LA looking for trouble, and she’s brought her own kind of horsepower: the low, endless vibration of a motorcycle seat grinding right against her clit like the devil’s own Sybian. If a girl can squeeze pleasure out of two-hundred fifty pounds of pistons and steel, you know she’s got a drive worth writing home about. Jezebel plays strip poker like she plays the rest of the night—rules optional, stakes high—and when the cards hit the floor she hits her knees, sucking dick like she already won, because as far as she’s concerned a hard cock between her lips is just another jackpot.