Nikki Anne & Jordin Skye

Nikki Anne ran her mouth while the makeup girl hovered over her. Same gig, same agency. She thought the job belonged to her. I sat there, watching her smirk in the mirror. White girls like that. Soft around the mouth. Easy when you press. She felt small the second I dragged her out of that chair. Told her the rules on the way. My tongue made the rest clear. On the floor, I fed her her own panties. Cotton between teeth. Her lipstick melted along my strap. Her tongue fought the first stretch. I kept her legs open. No angle I didn’t want. She soaked the tile while I proved it. I came last. Rested back on the counter. Made her finish what her attitude started. She licked until her jaw ached and I let her know it was enough. I got the booking. She disappeared after that night.