Personal Trainer

Austin Taylor had the kind of money that let her keep her body tight. And the kind that paid for a man to do it. Today she chose a small white set that barely covered her tits or ass. Justice walked in and stared. The front of his gym shorts rose fast and full. She noticed. She always did. She reached for him, tugged the waistband down, and his cock sprang free, thick and already leaking at the tip. She wrapped her fingers around the shaft, stroked once, then leaned in and slid her mouth over him until her lips met her hand. She took it slow, wet, using her tongue along the underside as she bobbed. Justice gripped the back of her head, but she was in control. She pulled off, strings of spit still connecting them, then swallowed him again, deeper this time. When he got close he warned her, but she kept going, stroking fast until he groaned and came hard across her face. Thick ropes painted her cheek, her lips, one dropping from her chin. She licked what she could reach, smiling like she’d just finished another perfect set.