Teasing His Desires

Mary Bambola is burning up. She rolls onto her belly, plants her toes on Kristof’s cock and begins a slow, filthy foot-job. Each flex of her arch drags warm skin over the ridge of him until he’s thick and pulsing. Her painted nails slide beneath his balls and press; his shaft jerks like it wants to leap into her hand. Only when she’s satisfied that he’s painfully hard does she rise onto her knees, spreads herself, and sinks down until every thick inch is buried inside her. She rides him with deliberate rolls of her hips, taking him to the root again and again until the mattress creaks and their breathing turns ragged.