Glenn King's Maneaters #02, Scene #03

Raven Bay storms in wearing black leather and ink, that bubble butt flexing with every step. Hair like midnight, attitude like nails on a chalkboard. She looks straight at the camera, voice low, filthy, telling the viewer exactly how his tongue will serve her ass. Then she turns to the director, grinning as she brags about breaking men for real. Next thing, she flings Keni Styles onto the bed, straddles his face, and starts talking shit. She spreads wide, shoves his nose between her cheeks, rides every flick of his tongue while yanking his hair and deciding when he gets air. Never slows down, never stops barking orders. In a quick twist she flips into 69, takes him down her throat, gags loud, still running her mouth the whole time. Keni's barely keeping up. She plants her feet on his tongue, makes him suck each toe, then buries his face again. When she decides it's time to fuck, she climbs on, slams herself down, chokes him with both hands, spits in his open mouth. Doggy-style, she still controls the pace, driving back hard until he paints her ass and crack with thick ropes.