The perfect package

Red hair cascades over Amarna Miller’s shoulders. Blue eyes hold yours, steady, while pale skin stretches across the bed. Her breasts sit high and tight, nipples already tight. Between her thighs the pink folds glisten, soft and ready. She leans in, lips parted, and takes the length that’s waiting for her. Every wet stroke of her mouth shows how much she likes it, how much she needs it. She swallows deeper, throat working, eyes never leaving yours. When she pulls back for air a string of spit clings from her lips to the swollen head. She wipes it with her tongue, smiles, then goes down again. When he’s ready he pulls free, strokes once, and finishes across her face. Thick strands land on flushed cheeks and parted lips, dripping slowly toward her chin. She licks what she can reach, still hungry, still smiling, a perfect package delivered and opened.