Lust for anal with Phoenix Marie

Phoenix is having one of those bullshit days that makes you want to crawl back in bed and stay there. She pushes into the bar five minutes before close, but the booze taps are already shut off. The tall blonde sighs, leans on the counter, and vents the whole mess anyway. The bartender listens—nodding, pouring her a glass of water with a slice of lime like it counts. Phoenix feels lighter, the weight sliding off her shoulders for a second. Gratitude spikes hard and fast. She circles the bar, drops to her knees right there on the floor, flips the guy’s belt open, and swallows his cock like she’s starving. Wet lips drag down every inch, tongue licking heavy, cheeks hollowing as she sucks him deep and slow, then fast, gagging on purpose, spit dripping down her chin. He groans, grabs the back of her head, fucking her mouth with steady strokes while her hand reaches between her own thighs, rubbing quick circles through her jeans. When he’s ready to blow she pulls off, jerking him with both hands, licking the head like it’s candy, urging him, ‘Come for me, honey.’ Thick ropes stripe her tongue, her cheek, slide down the front of her throat. Phoenix swallows every drop, wipes her lip with a thumb, flashes that cocksure smile like she’s finally won something tonight.