Magnetic Beauty

Misty Stone walks into the room and every man notices. Caramel skin, curls bouncing, eyes that know exactly what they want. Karlo sees it too. She has his cock hard before a word leaves her lips. He reaches for her. She steps in close, drops to her knees, and takes him in one smooth motion. Her mouth slides down the shaft, tongue warm and wet, lips tight around him. She sucks with slow, steady pulls, cheeks hollowing as she works deeper. Spit glistens at the corners of her mouth. She glances up, eyes steady, and keeps going, throat opening as she swallows more of him. Karlo grips the back of her head, hips rolling into her rhythm. She moans around his length, the sound vibrating straight through him. Her hand wraps around the base, stroking in time with her mouth, every move calculated to drive him closer. He watches her lips stretch around him, saliva trailing down her chin, the mess only making him harder. She pulls off just long enough to catch a breath, strings of spit connecting her mouth to his cock, then dives back in, sucking harder, faster, chasing the moment he finally loses control.