Casino Night

Ivy Wolfe sits at the felt. A high roller across the table watches her with calm hunger. She slides the last chip forward. She has no more to wager except the pale, blonde body of her girlfriend Scarlit, waiting in the wings. Jax Slayher knows the stakes. He takes her hand and leads Ivy to a quiet room where he strips her down and spreads her open. She takes his thick cock deep into her mouth, her pale throat working while her unshaven bush glistens between her thighs. They slide into a slow, wet sixty-nine. Ivy grinds her lips along his shaft as he buries his tongue in her. When he finishes she keeps her mouth sealed around him, taking every drop, swallowing him clean. The year is 2021. Every act is deliberate. Every glance counts.