Toe-tally into Juelz Ventura

Karlo finished the work on Juelz Ventura’s house. She looks around, pleased, and wants to bring the price down. Her sheer blouse barely holds her heavy tits. He waits for the last payment while she kicks off her heels and lifts one bare foot to his thigh. She runs her toes along the hard line in his jeans, slow, pressing, until he stiffens. Juelz smiles, hooks her other foot behind his neck, and pulls his face down between her legs. She is already wet. He licks her. She rocks against his tongue and keeps her feet moving, rubbing his cock through the denim, squeezing with her arches. When he stands, she drops to her knees, takes him in her mouth, and strokes the shaft with both hands while her tongue swirls the head. Spit runs down her chin. She looks up, eyes dark, feet still working—pressing his balls, sliding along his length when it slips from her lips. Juelz turns, bends over the new kitchen island, and spreads for him. Karlo grips her hips and sinks in deep. She meets each thrust, pushing back, toes curling against the floor. Every stroke knocks a little more off the bill. He pulls out and she spins around, drops again, takes him straight from her cunt into her mouth. She sucks until he grunts and fills her throat. She swallows, wipes her lips, plants one damp sole on his chest, and tells him the new price. He agrees.