Killer eyes - part II.

Sandra locks eyes with him and suddenly nothing else exists. Those green eyes pull him under, sharp and hungry, promising trouble. She doesn’t speak at first. Just slides down, hair falling like silk, and wraps her lips around his cock without hesitation. She takes him deep in one slow motion, letting him feel the heat of her throat before pulling back with a wet sound. Blonde strands brush her cheeks while she works him, eyes still on his the whole time. The other girl stays back, dark hair framing her face, watching every slick stroke of Sandra’s tongue and the way her hand twists at the base. She waits. She’ll get her turn, but right now it’s Sandra who owns him.