Holly West

Holly stares at that table like it's already hers. It's stupidly pricey though. One deep breath, then she locks eyes with the seller and tells him she wants a discount. He laughs until she drops to her knees right there. She pulls his zipper down fast, gets him in her mouth and starts working him hard—wet, sloppy, serious suction like she needs that table more than air. Her tongue swirls over every inch, lips tight, drool running down his shaft. He tries to stay cool but his knees shake. She doesn't let up: hand stroking the base, spit all over her chin, head bobbing in a perfect rhythm until he's swearing and gripping her hair. Right when he's about to blow she backs off just enough to ask if the price dropped. He nods so fast it looks painful. She finishes him in her throat, swallows every drop, wipes her mouth and gets back on her feet like nothing happened. "Half off works for me," she says with a wink. He just stares, still catching his breath, dick twitching in the open air.