Behind Closed Doors

Angelika Grays tried to hold it together on the stairs. Vince Carter looked too good to wait. The second the door clicked shut behind them, her restraint slipped. She dropped to her knees without a word. His cock was already hard when she pulled it free, thick and heavy in her hand. She took him deep in one slow swallow, eyes locked on his, throat relaxing around the stretch. Blonde hair spilled over her bare shoulders, small natural breasts brushing his thighs with each bob of her head. She kept a steady rhythm, saliva dripping down his shaft, fingers stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach. Vince groaned, hips twitching. She didn’t pull away when he came. She stayed right there, swallowing every thick pulse, tongue working softly until he was empty. Only then did she let him slip from her lips, a thin thread of spit still connecting them.