Jessica Ryan is a Goddess

Jessica Ryan sets the hook fast. She tells Jimmy how much she likes a strong, confident man. Her tone flips in the next breath, and she calls him a weak little loser. Eriq Dikkerson just stands there in his business shirt, beard framing his jaw, cock already half-hard and circumcised. She orders him to his knees. He licks her toes like they’re his only meal. She laughs, pushes his face down, and gives his bare ass a stinging smack. “Pathetic.” She spins, spreads, and drags her ass across his nose and mouth, wiping him raw. He inhales like she’s oxygen. She grinds harder, tells him he will never be a man to her. He slaps his own cheek when she commands it, eyes glassy, dick twitching. She sits on his face, full weight, rocking until he’s trembling, then spits one cold line: “You love me, don’t you?” He nods, broken, and she smiles like she owns the world.