Femdom Ass Worship #18, Scene #03

Anikka Albrite stares straight into the lens like she already owns you. One lift of her skirt and the whole damn script flips. Now she’s pressing a gun against Eric Jover’s chest in a bathroom no bigger than a phone booth, her bare foot sliding up his thigh. Eric drops. His tongue drags across her sole, every crease catching spit, the smell of leather and perfume burning his nose. She snaps her fingers, spreads, tells him to push deeper. Eric’s tongue circles the wrinkled pink ring until she grinds back and he can hardly breathe. When she’s had enough she jerks his cock hard and fast, catches the hot load in her palm, and forces it past his lips. He swallows while she laughs, low and vicious, gun still trained on his face.