Jessica Chase

Dane was walking up to see his boy when he caught Jessica Chase working the pole, legs spread, tits out. His buddy never showed. She slid off the stage without missing a beat, dropped right to her knees and sucked him like she'd been waiting for the doorbell. Dane let her go—grip tight on the back of her head, hips already rolling into that wet mouth. She’d clearly been starving for younger dick, and she swallowed every inch until her cheeks hollowed and her eyes watered. When he finally blew his load down her throat she sat back on her heels, chin shiny, still smiling.