Sasha Slurps
Her dark brown eyes stared into his through the moonbeams that sliced through the hotel room air. It was a look of dominance. She had risen to take her place as a master of her craft.He eased back into the armchair cushions, hips sliding out slightly diagonally. Sasha’s lips also cushioned his cock as she rhythmically bobbed her head up and down the length of his shaft, her unseen tongue gliding along his shaft until it reached his tip, where it swirled and made soft slurping noises. If not for the stillness of the hotel room, that small piece of her masterpiece might have gone unnoticed. His eyes rol...