Bow Down to the King

You sit there and watch your Goddess Jet Setting Jasmine twist on King Noir's tongue. She spreads wider, dragging his head deeper, and the sound of his mouth on her cunt fills the room. His cock lies heavy against his thigh, already thick and ready. You know that weight. You know you don't have it. She strokes him once, twice, then sinks onto every inch with a long, wet sound. King Noir fucks like he owns the deed. Every thrust knocks the breath out of her, every slap of skin says you’re not needed. He pulls out and you see the shine on his shaft, her slick mixed with his. Then he drives back in and leaves it there, pumping until the mess spills out around his cock. She reaches down, scoops two fingers through the leak, and holds them out so you can see the proof. King Noir leans back, satisfied. You’re left holding the towel.