Glenn King's Maneaters #03, Scene #03

Tia Cyrus didn’t take shit from anyone. Petite, loud, legs for days under that tiny frame, she marched straight up to Glenn King and demanded he hand her a real man to shove around. She wanted dark meat and she wanted it now. Minutes later she had it—D Snoop’s big, hard dick pulsing in her hands while she smashed her firm little ass onto his face. Sweat, breath, cunt smell—every slide of her crack across his mouth left him dizzy. Her bare soles worked his shaft like she’d trained on nothing else her whole life: toes squeezing, arch rolling, heel twisting till his balls ached. She shoved him down, climbed on, sank onto that thick cock with a single wet sound. Hips snapped. She rode rough, fingernails biting his chest. Snoop’s groans turned into broken grunts, but she stayed low, kept grinding, milked him till heat shot across her spine in thick, helpless ropes.