Paid Pleasures

Some people still think money buys distance, not heat. Lana proves them wrong with one slow, knowing smile. She moves into her client like she owns the minutes she’s being paid for, and when she drops to her knees the room tilts. Her mouth works him deep, steady, until her throat flutters and saliva shines on her chin. The client’s hand finds the back of her head, guiding, not forcing, while her tongue curls and slides, drawing every inch farther inside.