Queen of the Castle

Norah Swan lives like a countess, or perhaps a queen. George pays the bills, and Norah keeps the bargain with a wet, regal pussy and a warm, willing mouth. She never complains. After all, the woman adores cock. She wraps her lips around him in the marble bathroom, black hair tumbling forward as she takes him deep, throat working. He pulls her up onto the edge of the vanity, parts her smooth thighs, and sinks into her. Her moans echo against the tile. When he’s ready, he yanks free and finishes across her pretty face, thick ropes landing on flushed skin. Norah smiles through it all, tongue flicking out for the last drops, perfectly content to rule from her knees.