Introducing Valery

She used to pour his drinks back at the neighborhood bar. Now Valery pours something else. He watched her for years, wanted her then, wants her still. She walks in front of the camera, blonde hair falling over her shoulders, and every glance says the wait is done. Her mouth takes him first, warm, slow, practiced. She knows exactly how much pressure, how deep, when to look up. Then she turns, offers the rest of her. He pushes into her ass and she opens for him without hesitation, body rocking with each thrust. She takes it all, face pressed to the sheets, breath catching every time he drives deeper. When he pulls out she stays on her knees, mouth open, ready. He finishes across her lips and cheek. She smiles, tongue catching what she can reach. Valery likes the attention. Maybe next time she takes two at once. She wouldn't mind. She never did.