The Big Payback

She found the messages on his phone and the betrayal burned. So she chose Sly Diggler—tall, thick, the perfect payback. He stands over her, pants dropped, heavy balls resting against her chin. Vanna strokes him once, slow, then leans in and takes one in her mouth. She sucks gently, rolling it with her tongue, feeling the weight shift and tighten. He groans. She smiles around him. Her hand works the shaft while her lips slide to the other side, tasting salt and heat. She switches back and forth, soft suction, wet sounds filling the room. His cock twitches, already hard, already leaking. She runs her tongue flat along the underside, then opens wider and takes him deeper. The head pushes past her lips, her throat relaxes, and she swallows him to the base. Her nose presses to his skin. She holds it, eyes watering, spit spilling down her chin. When she pulls back a string of saliva stretches between her lips and his cock, then breaks. She goes again, deeper, gagging once but never stopping. He grips her hair. She lets him. The rhythm turns steady—long strokes, wet slurps, his balls slapping her chin every time she bottoms out. She reaches up, cups them, gives a light squeeze, and he shudders. Her throat works around him, tight and slick, throat muscles pulsing as she swallows him whole. She comes up for air, gasping, lips swollen, then sinks back down without a word. The payback is thorough. She makes it last.