Brake Is Back

Jane has wanted Brake for years. His voice drops through her speakers every night, low and cocky, and she has touched herself to it more times than she can count. One bold night she sends him a handful of pictures—her pale tits, her spread thighs, the small blonde bush between them—never expecting an answer. Then her phone lights up. He’s in town, two hours free, and he wants her. She drives straight to his hotel room, heart hammering, pussy already wet. The second the door opens she drops to her knees. His thick black cock hangs heavy in front of her face; she licks it from root to tip, lips stretching wide as she swallows him down. Brake pulls her onto the bed, flips her around, and buries his tongue in her cunt while she keeps sucking. They grind through a slick, gasping sixty-nine until she’s shaking on his mouth. He flips her again, spreads her open, and fucks her deep, the wet sound of her blonde bush taking every inch filling the room. When he’s close he pulls out and paints her tongue; Jane smiles up at him, lets the load spill over her lips, then swallows what she can and shows him the rest on her fingers. She leaves with the taste of him still on her breath and the memory of his cock still throbbing inside her.