Perfect Image

Leanne Lace stands before the mirror and likes what she sees. Every curve looks like it was cut to please. She turns, walks to Raul Costa, and drops to her knees. His cock is already hard, thick and heavy. She takes it in one smooth motion, lips sliding down until they meet the base. Her throat opens. She stays there, letting the full length push deep. Then she pulls back slow, spit shining every inch, and sinks again. The rhythm is steady, wet, and certain. Each time she takes him deeper, her eyes stay on his, hungry and calm at once.