Overwhelming Gratitude

Tiffany Doll knows exactly what her body owes the man who delivered that role. Toby barely gets through the door before she drops to her knees in black lace and sheer stockings, tugging his cock free. Her tongue works him wet and slow, eyes locked on his, saliva dripping from her chin onto the delicate lingerie. She takes him deeper, throat relaxing, until her nose presses to his stomach and every swallow squeezes tight around the head. When he pulls her up, she turns without a word, braces her hands on the table and presents the tight ring of her ass framed by delicate straps. Toby presses forward, stretching her open inch by inch until he’s buried balls-deep. Her moan is low and grateful. He fucks her steadily, each thrust driving deeper, her ass gripping him like a fist. She reaches back to spread herself wider, urging him harder. When he’s close she spins around, drops to her knees again, mouth open, tongue out. Thick ropes paint her cheeks and lips, sliding down to the lace cups of her bra. She swallows what lands inside, licking the rest from her fingers with a small, satisfied smile.