Backstage with Wanda

Sunlight pours through the windows while Wanda stretches across the couch. Raven hair spills over bare shoulders, ink curves along her ass as she waits for the moment to start. She meets his eyes and opens her mouth without hesitation, tongue flicking over the head before she takes him deeper. Spit glistens on her chin while he rocks his hips, fucking her throat in slow, steady strokes. When he pulls back she leans in again, lips tight, eyes locked on his. Later he has her on all fours, hands gripping her tattooed cheeks as he drives into her. The slap of skin echoes off the walls, Wanda moaning louder with every thrust. Near the end he pulls out and she drops to her knees again, mouth open, waiting. Hot streaks land across her tongue and lips, dripping down her chin as she swallows what she can.