Courting Aletta

Aletta Ocean lives for it. She wants the room to bend when she walks in, to watch men drop to their knees without a word from her. Nick Lang is the one tonight. He starts with her feet, lips brushing each toe, tongue slow and steady until the quietest sound escapes her. She rewards him with a long look and the press of her heel against his chest. His hands climb higher, but she keeps him there until he earns more. When she spreads her thighs he buries his face between them, licking deep, greedy for the taste. Aletta’s hips roll, her heavy tits rising with every breath. She guides his mouth up, lets him suck her nipples until they’re stiff and wet. Then she turns, arching her back so he sees exactly what she wants next. Nick pushes inside her ass in one smooth stroke and she takes every inch, eyes half-closed, mouth open. He fucks her slow at first, then harder when she pushes back against him. She finishes him with her mouth, lips tight around the head until he spills across her face, streaks landing on her cheek and lips while she smiles through it.