Insatiable

Jake’s wrists are lashed to the chair legs, chest open, cock already straining. Katrina Colt presses in, palms sliding over muscle and throat, then swings a leg over his thigh. She grinds slow, pussy hot through her panties, rubbing the hard length trapped beneath her until his breath goes ragged. She slides off, frees his cock, and drops to her knees. Her mouth sinks deep, tongue working the underside, lips sealing tight each time she feels him twitch. She pulls back just before he breaks, leaves him throbbing, then swallows him again. Every wet pull drags him closer, every pause leaves him shaking. Switched to the bench, Jake’s on his back. Katrina climbs over his face, lowers her soaked cunt to his mouth while her own lips wrap around his dick once more. They move together, her hips rolling, his tongue buried, her throat taking every inch. She lifts, spins, sinks onto him for real—tight, slick, just enough to make him buck—then rises off before he can finish. Back on her knees between his spread thighs, she strokes and sucks in a steady rhythm, never letting him settle. When she finally lets him go, his load pulses hard across her tongue and she swallows every thick shot, mouth working until he’s empty and spent.