When Porn Stars Attack! #04, Scene #02

Layton Benton towers over him in black leather and boots, her curves pulled tight like a loaded spring. Jack Vegas reaches into his pocket and sprays the stuff on his neck. She freezes. Then the mask slips. Her eyes go wide. The whip falls. She drops to her knees like the floor hit her first. Her lips part and she swallows him whole, throat working, spit sliding down her chin while her hands claw at his thighs. Heat rolls off her in waves. Then she climbs. Heels scrape stone. She plants that fat black ass right over his face and grinds, smothering him in warm flesh and musk. “Tongue,” she snaps. He pushes in—pussy first, wet and swollen, then lower, into the tight ring of her asshole. She groans, low and filthy, hips rolling like she can’t get enough. Her bare feet find his mouth next. She presses the arch to his lips, toes curling against his tongue. He licks between each one, sucking the sweat from her skin, and she shakes so hard the chains rattle. She drags him up by the hair, spins, and bends. “Fuck me,” she growls. He slams into her from behind, cock buried to the root. Her cheeks clap with every thrust. She comes with a raw cry, legs trembling. When he pulls out she stays still, ass up, and he paints thick ropes of cum across those dark curves, watching it drip slow between the cleft.