Model Perfect - Scene 4

Ivy flips the script tonight. Logan sits bound, ready and waiting while she runs the show. She makes him beg for every lick, every touch, every suck, and he does it with a straight face that cracks her up. When she finally drops onto his mouth she rides like the seat was made for her, grinding her small tits against his stomach while he works her over with his tongue. They flip around, trading places in a lazy sixty-nine, her lips sliding down his shaft as he keeps licking. She doesn’t rush. She lets him feel every inch go in and out of her throat, then pops free, turns, and sinks down onto him in one slow, greedy push. Once she’s riding hard her giggles turn into short, sharp moans. She leans forward so her chest brushes his face, milking every thrust until his breathing changes. Ivy hops off at the last second, kneels over him, and lets him paint her cheeks and lips until she’s grinning through the mess.