The JOI Of Sex

Two lines of guys—Richard Glaze, Donny Sins, Dorian Del Isla, Jack Vegas, Danny Mountain, Robby Apples—sit fidgeting in metal chairs. Then Dr. Tracy Majors bounces out in a snug blazer, blonde hair swinging like she owns the room. The banner says 'Rediscovering the JOI of Sex'—yeah, that’s her baby. She flashes a smile and tells them they’re here to learn endurance the hard way. Five minutes later, six pairs of pants hit the floor at once. She drops to her knees, tasting each cock like fine scotch, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing, while the men moan and shift. When she’s ready she hikes her skirt and bends over the demo table; they take turns sliding deep inside her soaked pussy, balls slapping against her thighs. She backs off every time a groan sounds like surrender, squeezes a hand around the shaft, scolds them, then swallows them to the root again. Sweat glistens. The pace stays hers, not theirs. When she finally orders them to cum, they do it exactly on cue, spilling over her tongue, across her tits, filling every inch of her waiting holes before collapsing, breathless, grins on every face.