Runway Ready

Apolonia has one foot out the door of her apartment before her boyfriend can finish the sentence. The same night she meets Vince Karter. He runs the agency. He likes the way her ass sits in a pair of jeans, so he calls it a test shoot and books the studio for the next morning. Lights go up, clothes come off. Apolonia drops to her knees on the concrete floor and takes his cock in her mouth. She keeps eye contact while she works him deeper. Spit trails down her chin and drips onto her tits. He grips her hair, fucks her throat, then pulls out and sits on the edge of the makeup table so she can suck his balls. She tongues them one at a time, breathing hot over the wet skin. When he stands again he turns her around, bends her over the table, and sinks straight into her ass. She pushes back, taking every inch until her hole grips the base. He pulls out and feeds his cock back into her mouth. She tastes herself on him and doesn’t flinch. He keeps the rhythm: ass to mouth, ass to mouth, until his balls tighten and he shoots across her tongue. She swallows, wipes her lips, and asks when the next shoot is.