Esoteric Erotica

Tia Cyrus reads more than fate. Her silk robe parts as her client walks in, and the cards stay untouched. The real reading starts when she drops to her knees, dark hair spilling over bare shoulders, full lips wrapping around his cock with slow, hungry precision. She works him deep, tongue gliding, gaze never breaking contact. When he groans her name, she pulls back, spits on the glistening head, then shifts onto the table. Bare feet find his lap. She strokes him between her soles, toes flexing around the thick length, pumping in lazy, measured pulls. Every sigh, every twitch of his hips tells her what she needs to know. She switches between mouth and feet, never letting him catch his breath, dragging the truth out of him one stroke at a time.