The Perfect Meal

Valentina finishes her pasta tutorial and the hunger that follows has nothing to do with carbs. She steps into the bedroom and finds Alex Jones waiting. Clothes come off fast. She drops between his knees and takes his heavy balls in her mouth, tongue working slow, warm and wet. Alex stays still and lets her have her way. She strokes the shaft while her lips pull and suck at each sack, tasting skin and heat. Every sound she makes is low and greedy. When she decides she needs more, she slides up and opens wide for the thick head, sinking down until her nose brushes him. Spit runs over her hand and drips onto the sheets. She keeps the same steady rhythm, slow enough to feel every vein, deep enough that her throat flexes around him. Her eyes stay locked on his the whole time. He twitches in her mouth. She smiles around it and keeps going, one hand cupping his balls while her tongue works the underside in long, patient licks.