Reese's Chocolate

Ella Reese stands over him in nothing but heels. Sweat glistens across the swell of her tits as she lowers herself onto Jax’s face, cunt spread wide, smothering his mouth with soft, wet heat. His tongue works without pause, dragging slow, then fast, like he needs to taste every inch before he drowns. She grinds down harder, thick thighs flexing, until his lips are slick and shining. When she finally lifts off, his cock is standing hard and heavy, veins pulsing, the head already wet. Ella drops to her knees, tits brushing his thighs, and takes him into her mouth in one steady slide. No hesitation. She swallows until her nose presses flat against his stomach and stays there, throat working, saliva running down his shaft. Jax groans low, hands gripping the back of her head, pushing deeper, chasing that tight heat every time she rises and drops again. She doesn’t stop until he’s throbbing against her tongue, and when she pulls away, spit strings from her lips to the head of his cock. Ella wipes her mouth with the back of her hand, eyes dark, already shifting to straddle him again.