B as Bombshell

Emily B strolls in like trouble on heels. Her tits fill the frame long before the rest of her does, and she knows it. Marco sits waiting, already half-hard from the way she smiles at him. She drops to her knees, slides his cock between those full breasts first, then takes him into her mouth in one slow, wet slide. Her tongue works the underside while her hand strokes what she can't swallow, spit glistening on her chin. When she pulls back she catches his gaze and laughs once, low, then lifts a bare foot and presses it against his shaft, toes curling around him, rubbing the head until a bead of pre-cum paints her sole. She switches feet, smears the mess across her arch, then dips back down to lick him clean. Marco groans and grabs for her hair, but Emily B is running this show. She pumps him with both hands now, mouth open, tongue out, waiting for the first hot rope across her tongue and tits.