Facesitting Tales #04, Scene #04

Gaia knows he's weak. She works Dominik for every dollar he has, mocking him loud enough for the whole club to hear. He keeps handing over cash anyway. Once the doors lock and everyone clears out, she drops the act and spreads for him instead. She tells him to kneel. He drops fast. Her thong snaps to the side; the smell hits him first—thick, sour, sweaty skin. She yanks his head between her cheeks and rocks back, smothering his face. Spit lands warm on his tongue whenever she pulls away to laugh. Then the feet come up, rank from a long shift, toes shoved between his lips for him to suck clean. Gaia kicks back in the booth while he licks between her toes, then lower, until his tongue slides over her slick cunt and back to the tight ring of her ass. He keeps at it, desperate, until she reaches down and jerks his cock with quick, impatient strokes, watching him twitch and whine while she grinds his mouth raw.