Hotel Vixen Episode 2 Ginebras Last Call

Ginebra Bellucci walks into the bar late, heels clicking on marble. Jack Rippher wipes the counter without looking up until she leans over it and pulls him closer. She slides to her knees. No preamble. She frees his cock, takes it in one smooth motion, lips stretched tight, tongue flat against the underside. Her eyes stay on his as she pushes deeper, throat opening around the girth until her nose brushes his stomach. She pulls back, saliva thick and shining, then sinks again. Jack’s hand finds her hair. She doesn’t need the guidance. Each stroke is slower, wetter. She drops lower and takes one heavy ball into her mouth, sucking gently while her hand works the shaft above. She switches, tongue circling the other, the air cool where spit cools on skin. She returns to the head, pushes down until her throat flutters, holds, then swallows around him. A rookie concierge peeks around the corner and freezes. Sonya watches the brunette work—jaw flexing, throat bulging, lashes wet. Jack’s hips jerk once. Ginebra stays down, lips sealed at the base, taking the load straight into her throat. She swallows every pulse without pulling back. When she finally rises, a thin strand clings from lower lip to cock. She wipes it with her thumb, smiles, and leaves. Sonya stays hidden, pulse racing, a new itch already forming. 2023.