Imperfect Angels #04

Dana DeArmond knows the game and so does Samantha Ryan. When Dana waves her inside and says Jana Cova will love her, Samantha feels every nerve lighting up under the lights of the office. She packs the promise with her. Two days later the same promise trembles between her knees as Jana opens the door herself. The older woman's gaze walks down Samantha’s throat, stalls at the swell of her tits under the silk dress, then drifts lower. Her smile says measurement has already begun. “Turn around,” Jana says. Samantha obeys, slow, hips tilting on instinct. Fingers press between shoulder blades. The zipper hisses, releasing skin. Jana’s palms slide under lace, cupping bare breasts; thumbs trace tight circles until nipples stiffen and beg louder than words. Fabric falls to the carpet. Jana sits, legs open, and pulls Samantha between them. One hand guides the blonde head lower, deeper, until Samantha’s tongue finds slick heat and the thick scent of another woman. She licks greedily, jaw working. Jana’s thighs tense, grip tight, and she rocks against Samantha’s mouth while sighing her approval in low, filthy praise. Then the photographer’s assistant leans in with a lens and tells her to spread. Samantha does exactly that. On all fours, cheeks parted, the click of the shutter captures everything—wet lips parted around fingers, ass gleaming, the flushed surrender of a girl willing to pose for more.