Blondes Do It Best

Amaris wants cock and she makes no secret of it. She stares at Thomas’s crotch, already wet between the thighs. When he steps close she drops straight to her knees, yanks his trousers down, and swallows every thick inch before he can catch his breath. Her lips glide smooth and wet along his shaft, taking him deeper with each stroke until her nose presses his stomach. Thomas groans, hips twitching, and she keeps the rhythm steady, tongue pressed flat under the head. Tension builds fast. He grabs her hair, thrusts once more, and floods her mouth with hot, thick spurts that she swallows without missing a drop.