Joanna Fucks Twix

Twix earned her name honestly. Warm caramel skin, tiny frame, and the kind of sweetness that made my mouth water the second she stripped. "Do whatever you want," she offered, lying back and parting her legs. I didn't waste time. I pinned her small wrists above her head and dragged my mouth down her throat, over her chest, tasting every inch of her. When I spread her thighs and buried my tongue in her cunt, the wet heat hit me like sugar on bare teeth. She tasted even better than she looked—slick and musky, dripping on my lips. She gasped and arched but stayed still, letting me take everything. I licked her slowly, thoroughly, then pulled her down the bed and pushed inside. Tight, slick heat wrapped around me. I fucked her hard enough to make her breasts bounce, holding her hips so she couldn't slide away. Every thrust made her tighter. I came with my teeth against her shoulder, and she clenched around me like she wanted to pull me in further. She wasn't just sweet. She was dangerous.