When Porn Stars Attack, Scene #03

She owned the room. Busty, brunette, dressed like sin — Alexa Aimes didn't ask. She demanded. Jack Vegas worked for her, or thought he did, until she snapped her fingers and made the rules up as she went. On your knees, boy. That's where she wanted him. Mouth open, tongue ready, ready to choke down every order she barked. She threatened to cut him loose. No severance, no second chance. Just her thick ass in his face and that smug smile. He dropped fast. Her heels came off. Toes found his tongue and she didn't ease up, just shoved them deeper, let him gag while she laughed. Then she sat. Full weight. Buried him between her thighs and told him to lick like his job depended on it. It did. She rode his tongue like it owed her rent. Moaned loud. Dripped down his chin. When she wanted cock, she took it. Straddled him, sank down, wet and tight, and fucked him like he was a toy she paid for. Spit in his face when he moaned too loud. Told him to shut up and take it. Bounced harder, tits swinging, nails digging into his chest until he came — helpless, shaking, shooting across her stomach while she grinned like she'd just collected on a bet.