Stunner

Meet Amanda King. The new girl. Blonde, tight little body, face like a promise you want to cash in. She steps into frame already in black lace, the kind that barely counts as lingerie. The bra pushes her tits up just right, and the thong disappears between her cheeks like it was never there. She knows what the camera wants, and she gives it without asking twice. Kneeling, she works a cock with both hands and her mouth, slow at first, then deeper. Spit runs down her chin and she doesn’t wipe it away. When she pulls back, strings stretch from her lips to the head, and she smiles before going again. She looks up once, eyes watering, then takes it all the way to the back of her throat. She stays down until her shoulders shake, then comes up gasping, lips swollen, mascara smudged. The load hits her face in thick ropes. It lands across her cheek, her upper lip, one heavy stripe right over her eyelid. She keeps her mouth open, tongue out, letting it drip. She drags two fingers through it, then sucks them clean like she’s been taught. She stays there a second longer, breathing through her mouth, come cooling on her skin. Then she smiles again, small and satisfied, like she just passed the first test.