Whatever The Fuck I Want

Tori shows up in the same black dress she wore on set. Christian takes one look at the way she stands in the doorway and knows what she wants. She walks straight to him and gets on her knees. Her mouth slides down his cock in one slow stroke, her bush pressed warm against her own hand as she reaches between her legs. She keeps her eyes on his until her throat opens and her nose touches his skin. When she pulls off she turns, plants both palms on the table, and lifts her dress. He grips her hips and slides into her ass in the same steady rhythm she just used on his dick. He moves deeper, slower, until every push bottoms out. She reaches back and spreads herself wider for him. He pulls out and she drops to her knees again, mouth open, tongue out, taking him straight from her ass. Spit runs down her chin as she swallows him to the root and back again. Christian holds her hair, feeds her, lets her work. When he’s close he pulls free and paints her tongue, her lips, her cheek. She stays on her knees, breathing hard, dress still hiked up, cum cooling on her skin. 2019.