Brandy Aniston And Talon

Brandy Aniston sizes up Talon at first glance. She walks him to the table, peels his clothes off slow and deliberate. Her hands glide over his skin, mapping out muscle. She leans in, spits on his cock, lets it drip down the shaft. Fingers wrap around him next, twisting, pumping until he thickens up full. Once he’s rigid, she flips him onto his stomach, slides underneath, cock hanging heavy above her face. Both palms milk the length in long, firm pulls. Her tongue flicks across the head, swirling, sucking with wet heat to keep him stiff. She can’t get enough of how hard he is. Every stroke, every lick pushes him closer until his balls draw tight and he shoots straight into her open mouth. She swallows, grins, already thinking ahead. “Come back soon,” she says, licking her lips clean.