Model Perfect - Scene 4

Ivy runs the show now. Logan's tied down, wrists burning against the ropes, and she's standing over him like she already owns the next breath he takes. She leans in close, tits brushing his chest, and tells him he doesn't move unless she says so. His cock twitches at the order. She wraps her hand around him, slow, squeezing the base, and jerks upward once. He groans and she stops. Another squeeze and she eases her lips over the head, tongue swirling, but she lifts away before he can push deeper. Logan bites his lip, hips jerking in vain. Ivy drags her tongue up the vein and chuckles when his thighs shake. "Beg," she tells him. He does. Voice raw. She rewards him with two fingers pressing under his balls, then dips down to take him halfway into her mouth. Warm. Wet. No mercy in how shallow she stays. When she finally climbs on, she sinks down in one harsh move, pussy gripping every inch. She rides him like she wants to break the bed frame, pounding down so hard their skin slaps and the headboard cracks against the wall. Logan growls, fighting the ropes, but Ivy leans forward, nails digging his chest, fucking herself on his cock until his thighs seize and he spills over her face in thick ropes across her lips and lashes, spattering hot on her tongue.