Lexa
Lexa stands there like she owns the floor. A tall blonde with the kind of body that shuts conversation down, breasts that rise high, hips curved to the hip bone. Her cunt, smooth and glossy, draws the eye straight between her legs. She presses forward and takes the man’s thick cock in her hand, fingers wrapped tight around the shaft. Her mouth opens, lips parting, and she guides the head to her tongue. The muscle flicks. Saliva glistens. She tilts her head and pushes lower, cheeks hollowing, throat opening to take every inch until her nose meets his skin. Spit slides down the length, drips from her chin, pools at his balls. She pumps with her hand and sucks harder, eyes locked on his. The smack of her lips mixes with the wet pull of her throat, the sound raw and steady. Her shoulders shift, breasts swaying, nipples tight. She swallows again, deeper, louder, a string of saliva stretching when she pulls off. She smiles, teeth flashing, then leans in again, tongue pressing, throat welcoming. Each stroke makes her hum against the shaft, the vibration low, constant. Her hips tilt forward, cunt exposed and glistening, waiting.
Lexa
Lexa stands there like she owns the floor. A tall blonde with the kind of body that shuts conversation down, breasts that rise high, hips curved to the hip bone. Her cunt, smooth and glossy, draws the eye straight between her legs. She presses forward and takes the man’s thick cock in her hand, fingers wrapped tight around the shaft. Her mouth opens, lips parting, and she guides the head to her tongue. The muscle flicks. Saliva glistens. She tilts her head and pushes lower, cheeks hollowing, throat opening to take every inch until her nose meets his skin. Spit slides down the length, drips from her chin, pools at his balls. She pumps with her hand and sucks harder, eyes locked on his. The smack of her lips mixes with the wet pull of her throat, the sound raw and steady. Her shoulders shift, breasts swaying, nipples tight. She swallows again, deeper, louder, a string of saliva stretching when she pulls off. She smiles, teeth flashing, then leans in again, tongue pressing, throat welcoming. Each stroke makes her hum against the shaft, the vibration low, constant. Her hips tilt forward, cunt exposed and glistening, waiting.
