Nika Noir
Samantha Ryan And Nika Noir
Bitchcraft #08, Scene #05
Bridget B And Nika Noir
Live Gonzo Raw And Uncut Scenes, Scene #03
Nika meets his stare without flinching. She drops her robe. It hits the floor like an afterthought. Underneath she stands naked, nipples already tight from the chill in the room. He reaches out and cups one breast, thumb brushing back and forth across the peak until she exhales through her teeth. She steps between his legs and sinks to her knees. The carpet presses hard against her shins, but she stays there, palms sliding up his thighs until her fingers curl around his cock. She strokes him once, slow and full-fisted, then brings her mouth down to the head. Her tongue curls under the ridge, tasting salt, before she seals her lips around him and sinks lower. His hand finds the back of her skull, fingers twisting into dark hair as she takes him deeper, throat working, spit sliding down her chin. She pulls off only to drag her tongue along the underside of his shaft, then sucks him back in harder. He groans, hips lifting. Nika moans around him, the vibration running through her mouth straight into his gut. She works him with both hands and mouth, slick and relentless, until his grip tightens and he starts to fuck her face in short, careful thrusts. She takes it, eyes watering, mascara starting to smudge. When he pulls her up she climbs onto his lap, straddling him, thighs spread wide. She reaches down, lines him up, and sinks down in one steady motion. He stretches her open, inch by inch, until her ass meets his thighs. She stays there a moment, breathing through the burn, then starts to move. She rides him hard, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin filling the room. He grabs her waist and meets each thrust. Sweat gathers between her breasts, runs down her belly. She leans in, biting his bottom lip, nails digging into his shoulders. Her cunt tightens around him, rhythmic, greedy. He flips her onto her back, folds her legs up until her knees press beside her ears, and drives back in deep. The new angle knocks a broken sound out of her throat every time he bottoms out. She comes first, walls pulsing, thighs shaking. He follows right after, burying himself to the root, pulse after pulse, spilling inside her while her hands claw at his back and hold him close.
Nika meets his stare without flinching. She drops her robe. It hits the floor like an afterthought. Underneath she stands naked, nipples already tight from the chill in the room. He reaches out and cups one breast, thumb brushing back and forth across the peak until she exhales through her teeth. She steps between his legs and sinks to her knees. The carpet presses hard against her shins, but she stays there, palms sliding up his thighs until her fingers curl around his cock. She strokes him once, slow and full-fisted, then brings her mouth down to the head. Her tongue curls under the ridge, tasting salt, before she seals her lips around him and sinks lower. His hand finds the back of her skull, fingers twisting into dark hair as she takes him deeper, throat working, spit sliding down her chin. She pulls off only to drag her tongue along the underside of his shaft, then sucks him back in harder. He groans, hips lifting. Nika moans around him, the vibration running through her mouth straight into his gut. She works him with both hands and mouth, slick and relentless, until his grip tightens and he starts to fuck her face in short, careful thrusts. She takes it, eyes watering, mascara starting to smudge. When he pulls her up she climbs onto his lap, straddling him, thighs spread wide. She reaches down, lines him up, and sinks down in one steady motion. He stretches her open, inch by inch, until her ass meets his thighs. She stays there a moment, breathing through the burn, then starts to move. She rides him hard, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin filling the room. He grabs her waist and meets each thrust. Sweat gathers between her breasts, runs down her belly. She leans in, biting his bottom lip, nails digging into his shoulders. Her cunt tightens around him, rhythmic, greedy. He flips her onto her back, folds her legs up until her knees press beside her ears, and drives back in deep. The new angle knocks a broken sound out of her throat every time he bottoms out. She comes first, walls pulsing, thighs shaking. He follows right after, burying himself to the root, pulse after pulse, spilling inside her while her hands claw at his back and hold him close.