Businessmen wanted

Nessa’s on the prowl tonight. Hot businessmen at the house party is what she wants, and George is the one in her sights. She steps closer in a red dress that hugs every curve like a second skin. Her ass looks obscene in it, round and tight, and George’s eyes keep dropping there no matter how hard he tries to play it cool. She knows it. She leans in, lips painted and parted, her voice low and filthy right against his ear. Every word she breathes makes the front of his slacks tighter. George can feel the heat rolling off her body, the promise in those full lips, the way her hand lingers on his thigh like she’s already imagining how he’ll feel in her mouth. He tries to hold out, but her tongue flicks across her lower lip and the last thread of his self-control snaps. She drops to her knees without another word, unzips him in one smooth pull, and takes his cock between those wet, perfect lips like she’s been waiting all night for exactly this. Her head bobs slow and deep, brunette hair tumbling over her shoulders, while George leans back against the wall and lets her work him over with the kind of hungry, practiced suction that makes his knees shake.