Facesitting Tales #02, Scene #04

Tory Lane made sure everyone knew Tom Byron belonged to her. She slapped that sign on him — I Am Tory Lane's Bitch — and then shoved her ass straight into his face, skin hot from those red boots. Her toes dug into his lips, smearing the scent across his tongue until he tasted every inch of her sweat. He licked without mercy. She gave him none. Next she buried him between her cheeks, grinding until his nose flattened and his lungs screamed. Her feet worked his shaft like they owned it, toes pinching the head, slicking pre-cum down the vein until the shaft twitched. She lifted just enough for him to gulp air, then slammed back down. When he started to shoot she aimed it, ropes landing across the heavy curves of her tits, dripping down the slopes like proof of how little he could take.