Sushi

Michelle Anthony and Mike Mancini flip Japanese cuisine on its head and make it filthy. Raw tuna isn't the only thing getting rolled tonight. Michelle plants her thighs on Mike's face, and he eats like he hasn't tasted anything worth the calories until now. She rocks against his tongue, soaking his stubble, laughing every time he comes up gasping for air and dives back in. When she's had enough, she flips around, finds his cock, and swallows him whole, her tongue teasing every inch like the perfect sashimi she never ordered. Mike groans into her, bucks his hips, and they trade places, biting, licking, getting messy on silk sheets that will never hold the scent of polite conversation again.